They're here!

Today Alan and I did the drive back to Oroville to pick up the cars. Both cars were still there, looking sad, like sibling kittens at an SPCA shelter.

Alan commented that he remembered them looking better during his first visit. Meaning, they sure look like a lot of work. By the time we got them home he was thinking that actually both cars looked pretty good. Maybe we could get a nice auto-cross car out of this, too, along with a LeMons car. I suggested matching LeMons cars, representing the number 3 and 4 ALMS Corvettes. Obviously, once we got them home and unloaded we were feeling a little more optimistic, even if by then Alan was bruised and bleeding.

In Oroville, we changed the flat tires on the '69, using four spare Honda Civic wheels, and winched it onto Alan's trailer. So far so good. The other car, the '71, was already on Jeff's trailer.

Once we got home we realized that the ramps for Jeff's trailer were still back in Oroville. This would be interesting. We unloaded the '69 first, spilling our first Lemons-build blood when the spinning winch handle hit Alan's arm. That will hurt tomorrow. After bandaging him up we pushed the now-evil-and-possibly-homicidal and clearly ungrateful '69 into the carport, then backed Jeff's trailer up to Alan's. Alan's trailer tilted and we shoved it under Jeff' trailer and winched the car (all four tires were flat) onto Alan's trailer. It was too much for the winch strap and it broke, but by then we had the car mostly off  Jeff's trailer. The exhaust tips we digging into his trailer, so I jacked up Alan's and Jeff's son pulled the trailer out from under the car and said good by. We then tipped the trailed and rolled the car down, but with all four tires flat, we managed to only get the rear wheels on the ground. Alan then drove his truck away and pulled the trailer out from under it. That certainly isn't how these things are normally done, but it was done.

The '71 is now sporting Honda Civic wheels and is on dollies and is shoved into what room was left in the carport. Both car's stink, and we're finding nuts and other animal debris in both of them, and a brake caliber on the '71 was bungee cord tied to the upper A-arm, and the '69 is now covered with ants. We must have hauled a nest down from Oroville with the car. Add insect spray to the shopping list.

So far, not too bad. Only one injury, one broken tool, and two cars delivered, all in one day. Tomorrow, 9AM, we assess, then start stripping the interior, and then who knows.