So I get this call this afternoon.
"The hoist is ready!!"
"Hoist?" (I'm thinking it'* someone from work that saw my HOIST WANTED ad)
"Yeah, we got the engine in and it'* running!"
"Huh? Who is this?"
"Bill, Bill Bostick"
"Oh, Bill Hollis." (Thinking it'* my sister'* husband. He'* been working on his 68 Mustang)
"Yeah. It'* running good." (he musta misheard me like I misheard him)
"Ok, good." (at this point my wife starts trying to talk to me cause she wants to know if Bill is coming over to help with my car so she can watch my neice and nephew, so at this point I've got a Bill in one ear and a wife in the other)
Bill keeps trying to talk to me, my wife keeps trying to talk to me, I'm trying to listen to Bill, but I guess I wasn't doing to well.
"You sound busy, I'll let you go"
I didn't realize who I was talking to until I looked back at the phone number. I musta sounded so confused.
So things musta gone south after you called? I would be so depressed. That really sucks. And trust me, don't use that engine with low pressure. You just end up swapping... again...