coolchevy wrote:....3 rods left through the oil pan, one through the hood and one through the fender. The only thing salvagable from engine was one breather...........but I killed him, manhood restored, girl married......
SHEESUS CHRIST DUDE!
Great story, two thumbs up!
OK my failure story, 16-years old with a 77 GMC truck with 350-SBC, driving down the freeway notice 0-psi on the oil pressure gauge, apparently I put the oil drain plug in the pan but for some reason didn't actually *tighten* it. ??? DOH! So this led to first rebuild, I bought a cheap re-man kit and tore the motor out and apart and get hard to work on the floor of the barn (yes hay and all, kid you not). Finishing touch, instead of installing the head gaskets clean and dry I slathered Permatex copper bond (from the can!) with a brush all over the head gaskets and hell even on the deck of the block for good measure, it seemed like the thing to do at the time??? Torque everything down. and start the motor for 1/2-hour run-in... check the oil and it's FULL of copper. Motor ran two more days and finally wouldn't start anymore. Kicker was, after we got the motor out again, we could not remove the heads from the block even with air chisel and pry bar. After that incident I got educated real fast and have not had a fatal incident since.
But I WAS going to take that secret with me to the grave until you guys opened-up in this thread, now I don't feel so alone LOL I can laugh about it now!
Freakiest thing I've ever seen underhood was during 3-years of demolition derbying - After a demolition derby mulligan heat in northern CA, the forklift (log loader) carried out an early 50's Ford wagon that was totally creamed and still running (dieseling) hahaha we laughed our butts off joking to the driver that his car was posessed; mind you the derby had been over about 5-minutes by that point. After the car is on the ground we have to use a cutting torch, sledge hammers, and 6-ft pry bars to get the hood off and the motor is STILL dieseling, even with the battery cut. I look down and grab the shirt-sleeve of my friend to show him, the crank pulley was spinning backwards
... he threw his shirt over the carb to choke it out.
Either learn to fix it, or learn to write checks.