A nicer that expected day Sunday lured me to the garage where I began to destruct, I mean deconstruct the engine for removal. After several hours of work my son came by and asked if he could help. He tore into it and didn’t quit until we had stripped down most of the top and pulled that beast from the frame. He even helped cleanup afterwards. Now we have the engine on the stand ready to begin the transformation from tired to torrential. It feels so good to get that part done and even better that my son helped out so much. Even my father came over to help finish off the lift, so it was nice work done by three generations of garage mechanics.