Big Heavy Things, Part II

Call me Sisyphus.

Less than a year ago, 517 persuaded my to spend a perfectly good Saturday morning moving an almost certainly bad Saab engine from his parents' shed, into a pickup, twenty miles down the road, out of the pickup, and into his garage. He intended to transplant it into an another Saab.

Then last month 517 got me to help him move an ancient, defective-looking, sharp-edged, and almost certainly tetanus-infested woodstove from his garage, down a far-too-steep flight of stairs, into his basement. He intended to hook it up to the stovepipe. He promised it would stay there forever.

Last week, 517 filled his house with smoke up to the first-floor ceiling. The woodstove no good. Would have to come out of the basement.

This morning, 517 reported that he's found a great deal on a Saab-- only $750, and probably the guy can be talked down to $600. And, as part of the deal, he'll tow away the current non-running Saab. And take that engine out of the garage, too.