frankj1 wrote:lawn mowing interrupted by a welding session...
this only adds to the life I picture you living.
go to the corner store 97 miles away for a bag o' ice, 64 miles in have to stop, pull the engine with some mechanical doohickey made from twist ties, straws from Wendy's, and springs cut out of the back seat, change the spinners and brody knobs, replace the engine, continue the errand.
Totally normal.
God, I wish you were my neighbor, Danm.
Lolz
I've done an engine swap in similar fashion, using a tree and some rope as the hoist. Fashioned rings to bolt the rope to engine from springs in the bottom of a couch in his trash pile, and some copper wire harvested from a speaker lead to keep the ring's shape. Buddy's car, not mine. He lived 50 miles from anything, so we just made do.
I've replaced a drive axle on the side of the highway that blew while I did a rolling burnout. Had a spare in the trunk, a pipe wrench and some screwdrivers so I went for it. Girlfriend at the time was disgusted that I wouldn't call a tow, and called herself a ride home. I was done about 5 minutes after her ride showed up.
I live in the perfect area. Outside of a town, so I can do whatever the hell I want (within county ordinance, which is basically "don't kill anyone but yourself") yet "town" is only 5 minutes away. Hell, downtown Chicago is 40 minute drive. My neighbors are good, everybody knows everybody but doesn't get their nose where it don't belong.