Years ago, with no consideration whatsoever for the hindrances of fear or common sense, my dad and I decided to undertake the project of an engine rebuild on my ’64 Rambler. It had sat for far too long before being fired up again, and the piston rings turned out to be only slightly more brittle than severely overcooked bacon. With at the minimum a few minutes worth of automotive repair experience between us, we somehow convinced ourselves that this was a brilliant idea, and set to work. I had helped friends repair a few cars, so I at least knew which end of a ratchet to use, and I even had my own hammer. Dad had a crowbar and an adjustable wrench, and was reasonably certain he had repaired something a few decades prior. How hard could it be?
Harder than we thought, as it turned out. The project did not go swimmingly, but, after much time spent, one transmission dropped on my father’s chest, and a veritable cornucopia of new swear-words learned by each of us, we did prevail. Well, mostly. Look, we did everything right, but the stupid gasket manufacturers should really label the damned things if there’s an “UP” side and a “DOWN” side. Seriously, how hard would that be when they make a product that’s symmetrical along one axis? The important thing is that we technically did complete the project correctly, even if it took us two months to do a job that a proper mechanic could do in an afternoon with a beer in one hand.
What projects have you undertaken head-down and full-throttle with virtually no prior experience and against the advice of all common sense?