Last Call: Theres no better time to engine swap than on the side of the road

Sometimes you just gotta do what you gotta do. In this case, that means ripping the entire motor out. I don’t know what the back story is here but if there’s ever a situation where this is required I feel bad.

I’m no master mechanic but I would guess that the transmission is never going to make it back in. Now that I think about it, how did all this even come out without a crane? Many questions with no way to get answers so I’ll leave this here for you guys to be confused with me. How do you think this happened?

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7 responses to “Last Call: Theres no better time to engine swap than on the side of the road”

  1. smalleyxb122 Avatar

    There is ample evidence in the photo that this engine did not come out of this car.

  2. Batshitbox Avatar

    Pickup or flatbed with spare powertrain in the bed was towing the Mustang (tow strap on ground) and Hummer was covering the back end in case tow strap broke when, Surprise! spare powertrain fell out onto road.
    This expedition included the statement, “That thing’s so heavy we don’t need to strap it down.”

    1. Troggy Avatar

      “And besides, we won’t be going that fast anyway!”

      1. nanoop Avatar

        “I swear it didn’t move until it jumped out “

      2. Lokki Avatar

        “And besides, we won’t be going that fast anyway!””

        Exactly! That’s why we were in the Left Lane !

  3. njhoon Avatar

    Clearly the mustang regurgitated after eating too much grass and people leaving the car show.

  4. Sjalabais Avatar

    Quick trip to the mountains, the kids see their grandma for the first time since pre-pandemic days in february.

    I have always considered gravel paint a badge of honour. But on a big, black boat, it just doesn’t work. Looking for a hose and feeling like an idiot doing so.
    I also seem to be violating the Scandinavian homogenity in my in-laws’ cabin area.

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