I really think I could've been a contender.
My engine came in from Barry the builder and although I was feeling some flue like syptoms I decided to get it in the truck. Figured I had a couple days or so before the snow was coming and I could at least get it sitting in there and close it up. Even if I just spent a couple hours it was something getting done. The engine was in the bed of my 72 and I had it backed up close to the 71 it was going into. My little engine picker has sat outside quite a bit of its life so it's wheels are hard turning and squeaky. I should say "were" hard turning and squeaky.
See I had leant the lift to my very, very nice neighbor to move a wood burner into his basement and lift it onto a stand he had built for it. Apparently he didn't like the action of the wheels on the lift and decided to do me a favor greasing them up and loosening them up for me. He really is a great neighbor.
So back to this install...
I've got the engine just an inch or so off the bed of my truck and it wants to roll out because I'm on a little bit of a grade so I kick the wheels around to keep it from moving. I remove the cheesy motor stand I had on it for transport and it's ready to back out of the truck bed and over to the other truck that is behind me and to the left. I look around and check to see where the dog is at and give it a yank.
Well with the lightening fast super greased wheels and all, and the engine about four feet off the ground... the lift comes smoothly back at me and all at once the front half swings swiftly to my right... wrong way... heading down hill... down my brick driveway dragging me behind it. I'm hollaring at the dog to get out of the way and trying to stop my now violently swinging motor that is still a few feet off the ground. I'm kind of sliding and jumping to get a new grab on the ground and yanking to stop it and all the while my a$$ is puckered so tight you couldn't have drove a pin up it with a jack hammer.
Well I got it stopped and first thing I had to do was look around to see if either of my neighbors saw what had just happened. Next I gently lowered the thing so my treck back to the other truck wouldn't be so dangerous. See it wasn't an issue when I pulled the thing because my wheels needed serious coaxing to get the thing to move even though I was on a slight slope.
So the entire, single handed install, I was fighting the danged lift wanting to slide back and to the left. What a b!tch...!! I had to keep kicking the wheels around and throwing a rag under them etc. while I did the famous engine wiggle thing.
Man do I need to build a garage...
