Ok, it's the summer of "61" and a buddy and I are going to replace the tranny on my "57" Ford. Should be a piece of cake, well everything is going great, cars up on blocks, driveshaft removed, now all we have to do is remove trans. So I slide under car and begin removing linkage and then the bolts on the trans while my buddy puts a jack under tail piece of trans.
Well everything is going great, get all of the bolts out and then " Disaster
" as I pull trans back from bellhousing the whole darn thing comes out and is laying on my chest. Buddy tries to help lift trans off my chest but there is no clearance, Oh did I mention it's getting hard to breath.
Buddy finally decides we need help, so off he goes leaving me there turning blue.Shortly thereafter my Dad comes home and finds me, under the car with a trans on my chest, he listens to the story and then starts laughing
then he goes to the garage and gets two floor jacks and raises the car enough to drag me and the trans out from under the car. Now why didn't I think of that, anyway I'm out from under the car with a mild case of road rash from being dragged on the driveway with a tranny on my chest, didn't have the strenght to lift it off, anyway everything ends well.
Oh Yeah, I forgot, buddy finally showed back-up 1 hour later. He did bring help, Yeah Right, he shows up with his girlfriend and her little brother "WTF".
Oh yeah, don't ask how much fun it was putting the new trans in, thats a whole nuther story.