Was having a hard time reaching and was tired of my ass hanging out over the bumper, then it dawned on me, I could crawl inside the engine bay. Just about ready to lift in the rebuilt engine. I’m finishing putting in new fuel lines.
The past couple of days I’ve felt a strange heartache similar to what I felt when I got a couple root canals. That tooth was mine! I miss it! But rationally I knew it had to go. Same with my old engine, Chief Pete’s original heart. 246,000 miles and it still wanted to go! It’s gone for a rebuild and to a new home and I have someone else’s engine sitting here. That *was his heart,* but it had to be retired. Hopefully this transplant has the same amazing spunk.
(And yeah, my [natural] hair sorta matches my van! Keith – the Syncro owner I met the other day – had white hair and a white van. Theories are forming…)