The Engine Swap Begins

Here I am, just starting the job and already pouring sweat.  The new 350 long-block is sitting on a plywood in front of my trailer.  Already, the gravel "front yard" of Trailer #B7 has started to gather car parts and beer cans.  The true property-value-lowering extravaganza has hardly begun at this point, however.  I believe that Jacques Derrida, in his taxpayer-funded mansion on the hill overlooking the trailer park, was glued to his binoculars, carefully studying each turn of every bolt.  I expected him to show up and offer to work the cherry-picker as I pulled the oil-burning 283 out; unfortunately, he never showed up.