Oh, and this will hurt any good car geek - the 63.5 427 in my Dad's Lincoln Premier is currently sitting in the ground at the family farm. He'd wrecked the tranny road racing and was letting it sit until he could afford another Warchowski (totall bad spelling there, sorry) clutch assembly. An early freeze rolled through the North Carolina mountains and froze the block solid. When he got to it, he found that the block was cracked in three cylinders. He decided it wasn't worth sleeving and knew that he couldn't gracefully afford another big engine for the beast.
They just took it out to a pit on the land and rolled over the car with a tracked backhoe until it was crushed. Saddest car story ever =(
The upside was that my Pop got into motorcycles after that, and obtained the '50 Panhead that I have sitting in my garage waiting patiently for a rebuild. I still get choked up thinking about that Lincoln though.
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