Today I lose. You know all those old platitudes:
The best laid plans of mice and morons.....
Some times you eat the bear and some time the bear eats you.....
Oh, I could go on.
Things started out o.k.
Today I went to the yard and bought the power steering unit I was telling you about.
Spent at least 2 hours cleaning it up so I could actually pick it up without a can of Go-Jo next to me and then another 1/2 hour measuring and drawing pictures. Man, I was ready to roll.
Then, everything headed downhill.... fast.
I snatched disaster from the jaws of victory as I actually got back under Nadine to do some measuring on where the box was going to go.
Arrrrrrrrggggggggghhhhhhhh
It will not fit. There is no room.
Those big honking 427 exhaust headers leave me absolutely, positively NO ROOM.
The basic idea is sound and maybe it would work on a small block or 6, but it won't work for me.
I hate admitting defeat so its back to the yard, armed with some extra ideas and expensive recently aquired knowledge to look for a box that is small enough to fit the matchbook space I have to work with.
I guess the worst part of all this is that (for now) I have to admit defeat.
SUCKS BEING ME.
U@ss (in a really bad snit)






