This wasn't so much a repair as it was an upgrade.
Last May I traveled up to the Seattle area to help my buddy Brad install a forged 392 stroked motor in his 300C SRT8. Prior to this fun, he had come down to my place near Portland to help with the shifter paddle install we did to both our cars. During that mod session you have to pull the console out and pull off the steering wheel, then get into the wiring harness. We did Brad's car first and when we got it all back together, just as he turned on the ignition, our buddy Hank clapped his hands really loudly from the rear seat. Brad just about came out of his thinking something had gone wrong.
I knew what was about to happen (Hank is a great prankster and quite the electrical wizard) and when I saw Brad's reaction, I LOL'd...Brad vowed to get us back for the prank.
Hank did the same thing when we started up Luis' new audio system after we had spent most of a day installing it. Poor Luis...
Anyway, back to Brad's motor install. While a couple of us were unbolting the stock engine and getting ready to remove it, Brad was cutting down some bolts for the engine hoist with his Dremel.
With his back to us, he started to scream, "My Fingers, My Fingers!!!" I just looked over my shoulder and said, "Nice try, Brad." and went back to work. But I figured I couldn't let it rest there...
We got the engine out on Friday afternoon and on Saturday it was time to put the headers on the new stroker and get it in the engine bay. So we had set up like this: Me and another guy on the engine hoist, another guy under the car to guide the engine into the right location and Brad was on the other side of the car, jockeying the transmission jack as we got this all into place.
So we are getting close to getting this engine lined up. Brad is up and down, running the jack and nervously checking progress of the engine into the engine bay, telling us to "Be Careful! Be Careful!" He was a nervous as a whore in church.
Matt, the guy under the car, said "One good push should do it, guys. Bring the engine down and in." As we gave it a good push, I pulled a box end wrench out of my back pocket and gave the engine hoist a good whack. "CLAAAANGGGGG!!!"
Brad came out from under his car faster than a Wyoming prairie dog trying to escape a rattlesnake in the burrow. The looks on his face, at first when he's looking for the damage and then when he realized he'd been owned, were priceless.
By the way, the car is one badass mofo with that stroker in it.
Here's a vid of the test drive...