The exact order of the following events may be jumbled in my mind, but they did happen:
35 years ago, my brother bought a '67 Mustang 3 speed, 6 cylinder. The engine was blown in short order. A junkyard 351W was procured.We had no idea what a horrible mess we were bringing down upon our own heads.
We had to rent/ borrow a hoist, so there was always an urgency. One engine was chained too long, and instead of dropping it, shortening the chain, and all that, my brother pushed the engine up, pendulum style, while I (and another guy, I believe), pushed the car back. It barely cleared at its highest point.
To take the core block back to the junkyard, I called an old friend's dad, who was good enough to come out in his truck. We plopped it in the back of the truck, and upon my question about tying it down, my buddy's dad exclaimed "That ain't goin' nowhere.", and we headed out. Well, sure enough, we dropped it out of the back of the truck right in the middle of an intersection.We had to pick that piece of E36M3 up, and cram it back in the truck. Meanwhile, my brother was returning the hoist. I can't remember if we had engine mounts in, or not, but I do remember, we didn't have the correct clutch/flywheel/bellhousing combo, so we had to bench press that in later.
Those straight sixes and iron case 3 speeds are heavy. Later, we lacked the right tools to fill the transmission, so a hose and funnel were employed. I was to hold the hose in the transmission from below, while big brother poured from the top. I was literally a greaser for weeks. Gear oil doesn't come out of your hair so easily.