over the next few months . . .
. . . the heart transplant continued.
Here's a few pictures as the engine is systematically disassembled.
All was going well (i.e., nothing bigger than a breaker bar required). Then I hit a rough spot .. the front axles. That breaker bar (and me) just couldn't do it. So Mr. Breaker Bar, let me introduce you to Mr. 7ft steel pipe. Crack! Off they came. Regrettably a few other suspension pieces had to be cut to free up the axles, but that's life.
