Today we put the engine and gearbox back in the Escort, ready for the last race of the season. Things are hotting up - joint first with one race to go! With luck, this will be the last time I have to be an appy motor mechanic - I'm hoping HWCFA will retire while he's on top and not become like Michael Schumacher.
We have got this procedure down to a fine art, and I think we have reached the stage where we could almost hire ourselves out - of course there's absolutely no chance of that. Everything went off without a hitch, and not a curse was uttered. A miracle! Never happened before. I'm told it was because I kept my mouth closed for a change, but actually it was my neat handiwork with the hydraulic crane. I really enjoy playing with that - it is definitely the most useful tool in the garage.
There are still a few things that need to be reconnected before the car is back on the track, but nothing that can't be handled. I had to laugh to myself when he said, "It's not a problem, I can fix anything!" He has no idea that that is his nom-de-plume for my blog and even less idea that I even tell stories about him! You had better not let on, because without a constant source of material to write about, this blog will be a thing of the past, and it was started so that I could share his idiosyncrasies!
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