Could I possibly pick a more inopportune time for a Fall Fundraiser? What with the on-purpose and with-malice-aforethought derailing of the Trump economic juggernaut via unnecessary lockdowns; widespread civil unrest and violence; open revolutionary maneuvering from the more treacherous of our two political parties, and such-like unprecedented national angst, mounting a successful fundraiser would seem to be an extremely dubious proposition at the very best. For anybody, much less me.
But needs must, alas. Among other calamitous modern problems currently dogging the Casa CF balance sheet, I have an automobile engine-swap that badly needs doing most ricky-tick, something I dasn’t tackle my own self—lacking as I do both the equipment and the upper-body strength to pull the job off without ending up squished flatter than a Joe Biden speech, a Ford 2.0-liter i4 cuddling snugly atop my chest and/or skull. I’ll have to hire the job done, to my eternal shame and disgrace as a proud, lifelong gearhead.
On the brighter side, I’ve been checking the local salvage yards, and there are a few compatible junkyard-mills to be had for as little as three hundred bucks. These motors all come with the reassurance and peace of mind that only an ironclad thirty-day guarantee can bring, so assumedly aren’t cursed with any of the same broken timing chains, bent valves, and maybe even holed piston-domes that combined to leave me stranded and forlorn on northbound I-85’s Brookshire off-ramp just over a month ago.
So yeah, we’ll just plunge on ahead with Ye Olde CF Blogge’s Fall Begathon nonetheless, and be damned to omens heralding the possibility of a lackluster outing. I didn’t do a Spring fundie the last two years, an event that had been more or less of a regular thing in years previous. So what the heck, this one’s actually overdue when you really think about it, right?
The PayPal “Support” link over there in the right sidebar awaits whatever alms y’all generous souls might be able to scrounge up and toss into the battered ol’ hat, even the most miserly of which will be very humbly appreciated by Ye Olde Blogge Hoste. I’ll leave this announcement up top for the remainder of the week, and hope for the best. Thanks, gang!
Update! Thanks to the generosity of you fine folks, which never fails to amaze and humble me, I now have adequate funds to cover the purchase of one (1) Ford 2.0-liter i4 mill—plus a good start on the installation tab as well, a cost I’m expecting to be just reedonkulous.
Might have an option up my sleeve there though, in the person of a bona-fide genius mechanic I know who’s reluctant, shall we say, but perhaps persuadable. Like my old boss Goose he’s so good it’s mind-blowing, but he’s also pretty burned out on wrench-wrangling, vastly preferring to operate the huge sawmill he designed and built using an old tractor as a powerplant. But if you can cajole him into tackling the job, he always does it for way, way less than anybody else would. Sometime I really need to do a post on him, I think. He’s a most interesting dude.
I’ll let this post loiter around up top through tomorrow, I reckon, and then let it quietly die the death. Many, many thanks to you all; this place wouldn’t exist without you. There’d be no real reason for it to, either.