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Got up at 9 today, got some stuff around the house done, and waited for my brother to call. His plan was to borrow his gf's dad's 99 Silverado to head out to Sturbridge and pick the car up to bring it back.
As of last night, I hadn't been able to reach him. This morning - same thing. So at 10:30, I headed to his place. Find him still in bed, half asleep. Wake him up, and ask if we were good to go. He tells me he hadn't even mentioned anything to his gf, let alone clear it with her dad. Peaches. So we fill her in and she goes and asks, all the while I'm sweating trying to figure out what I'll do if he says no. Luckily, he was more than happy to lend us his truck.
Off to Uhaul, to rent the rusty ass piece of cow dung that's suposedly a car trailer. Whatever, it works. $60 later, we're on our way. I had reserved it Saturday just to be safe, so it was all ready to go.
2 hours later (and $70 in gas at a stop) later, we get to the car. The shop is behind a towing company, and at the bottom of a hill. When I left the car, it was parked on a hill. So my plan was, park at the bottom, pull the trailer in front of the car, roll it on.
Lucky for me, they put my car in between a few others at the bottom of the hill. Rockin.
So my brother and I muscle it as far as we can, but this hill is literally a 45 degree incline - we don't make it too far. So I grab one of the tow truck guys to help. Get it a bit further, but still not far enough.
So he grabs a wrecker and backs it halfway down, and we hook a chain to the rear tow hook. He takes off and nearly rips the damn rear valance off - apparently letting the slack out before gunnin' it wasn't in the training manual for ol' Chip here.
Get the car to the top, and realize, if I don't make it on the first shot, it's not gonna get on there. So I get goin down the hill and pray. Got on there, and strapped it down.
And hour and a half later, we get back. It's now about 3:30. I grab my car and head to my gf's parents. Her dad agreed to go to Adam's (KancamagusDriver) house to get the M42 for the car.
We get up there ok, and get the engine chained and on the hoist, and the thing gets about 6 inches off the ground and the piston stops working. That's all we're getting from the engine hoist. So after a few minutes of "uh...hmm. Well, that sucks..." we decide that 4 of us can pick the damn thing up and put it on the truck bed. Sure nuff, it works, and we put it on a wood frame that came from Adam's M50. Tie it down, shove it back in, help Adam return the engine hoist, and finally head back.
It's....8:56 now, I've been home for maybe a half hour. Tomorrow we pick up an engine hoist, head to the garage, drop the engine in my garage, and start yankin the old one out.
We'll have my gf's dad and Jarvis, so between the three of us, we should get a fair amount done.
Wish us luck, and we could always use some company if anyone is around.
Got up at 9 today, got some stuff around the house done, and waited for my brother to call. His plan was to borrow his gf's dad's 99 Silverado to head out to Sturbridge and pick the car up to bring it back.
As of last night, I hadn't been able to reach him. This morning - same thing. So at 10:30, I headed to his place. Find him still in bed, half asleep. Wake him up, and ask if we were good to go. He tells me he hadn't even mentioned anything to his gf, let alone clear it with her dad. Peaches. So we fill her in and she goes and asks, all the while I'm sweating trying to figure out what I'll do if he says no. Luckily, he was more than happy to lend us his truck.
Off to Uhaul, to rent the rusty ass piece of cow dung that's suposedly a car trailer. Whatever, it works. $60 later, we're on our way. I had reserved it Saturday just to be safe, so it was all ready to go.
2 hours later (and $70 in gas at a stop) later, we get to the car. The shop is behind a towing company, and at the bottom of a hill. When I left the car, it was parked on a hill. So my plan was, park at the bottom, pull the trailer in front of the car, roll it on.
Lucky for me, they put my car in between a few others at the bottom of the hill. Rockin.
So my brother and I muscle it as far as we can, but this hill is literally a 45 degree incline - we don't make it too far. So I grab one of the tow truck guys to help. Get it a bit further, but still not far enough.
So he grabs a wrecker and backs it halfway down, and we hook a chain to the rear tow hook. He takes off and nearly rips the damn rear valance off - apparently letting the slack out before gunnin' it wasn't in the training manual for ol' Chip here.
Get the car to the top, and realize, if I don't make it on the first shot, it's not gonna get on there. So I get goin down the hill and pray. Got on there, and strapped it down.
And hour and a half later, we get back. It's now about 3:30. I grab my car and head to my gf's parents. Her dad agreed to go to Adam's (KancamagusDriver) house to get the M42 for the car.
We get up there ok, and get the engine chained and on the hoist, and the thing gets about 6 inches off the ground and the piston stops working. That's all we're getting from the engine hoist. So after a few minutes of "uh...hmm. Well, that sucks..." we decide that 4 of us can pick the damn thing up and put it on the truck bed. Sure nuff, it works, and we put it on a wood frame that came from Adam's M50. Tie it down, shove it back in, help Adam return the engine hoist, and finally head back.
It's....8:56 now, I've been home for maybe a half hour. Tomorrow we pick up an engine hoist, head to the garage, drop the engine in my garage, and start yankin the old one out.
We'll have my gf's dad and Jarvis, so between the three of us, we should get a fair amount done.
Wish us luck, and we could always use some company if anyone is around.
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