Preparation, preparation, preparation. Then adapt.
The hard rain woke us up at 4am, but it only rained a little in Anacortes. The sun actually came out by 10.
We had the engine all unbolted, but to get it out of the hatch we had to get the mounts and transmission off after the shop crew lifted it out of its oily hole.
While they went to break, we pulled parts. They came back and lifted the engine out of the hatch with well over 1/8 inch to spare.
Then we loaded the engine into Washington State Coach of the Year Art Wiper’s pickup truck. I’ve always wanted to put a clapped-out engine onto a tire in the back of pickup truck. I’m living the dream.
Then the shop guys put the forklift away and got the boom truck, while Pender and I did some extraordinarily dangerous, stupid, and ad-hock rigging to pull the fuel tanks out of the subfloor.
The tanks came right out the companionway.
Our decision to pull the tanks was completely vindicated by the discovery of three large rust pizzas under the port tank. We’re surprised the tank still held fuel.
After a quick cleanup we jumped in Washington State Coach of the Year Art Wiper’s truck and drove to Ballard. Two hailstorms later we got to the engine rebuilding shop, but the boys were out fixing something. So I drove the forklift.
Nobody died. What a great day.