Staying with the "Frayed Ends of Sanity" this engine has created, I finally got to the point where the heads were down for good and I could bolt on the intake. However, that requires gaskets.
W2 gaskets.
See, there are a couple of variants of W2 gaskets: One one hand, we have the floopsy, almost rubber kind and on the other, those made of some kind of titanium/diamond/manila envelope alloy that can not be cut, shaped, or reasoned with. Remember those Holland-Tunnel intake ports? Yeah, you sorta have to make your own gaskets from what's available. I had chosen poorly.
I can't find pictures of this process, but matching the gaskets to the heads/intake was, by a long shot, the worst job on this engine. All I can find is this shot of the as-delivered gasket bolted to the head prior to what was a nearly-futile effort to match it to the head ports:
The "2I" in Sharpie is to keep it oriented correctly: Bank 2, intake side. These gaskets only go on one way correctly.
If you think I hated that gear drive, you ain't heard nothing yet... these motherfuckers simply will not be cut. I broke more X-Acto blades on two gaskets than I did in the preceding 47 years of my life. I have carpal-tunnel syndrome that only allowed me to do little more than a single port each night--an hour or more of cutting--
if I got that far! I'm not kidding. I actually tried resorting to the die grinder, but it merely deformed where I was trying to trim.
Here's the rub: These are single-use parts. I have a weeks' worth of night-time labor into them, and the second that manifold has to be removed, into the gar-bosh they go... so, word to the wise:
If you have to port-match W2 gaskets, get the pink ones. The beige ones are nearly unworkable. You were warned.
After all that, I got the intake torqued in place, only to find out I'd have to do still more cutting on the gaskets. That's right, they stuck up so far I could not install the valve covers:
Out came the X-Acto collection again, to suffer another round of decimation by these Hell-in-a-Hand-Gaskets. The first one I broke flew across the room. The second one? I couldn't find it. Well, eventually I found it:
Yes, that's it down in the lifter galley. The little prick fell down a drainback hole. I really thought I was going to have to pull the intake--which meant tossing the never-fired gaskets. I nearly wept--my magnetic pickup tool would not fit down there. Then I remembered that my scratch awl had a little magnet embedded in its back end... and that was the cock for Dolly. The offending prick, highlighted in yellow and still on the back of the scratch awl:
Cutting the gaskets so the valve covers would clear would consume two more full nights after work, but I finally got them trimmed back:
This, of course, is when I found out the Edelbrock (pronounced "el-duh-brah" in much of the Southern U.S.) thick gaskets
would not clear the fucking intake manifold! Having had enough of this gasket-modifying bullshit, I took them straight over to the bench grinder... fuck
me? No, fuck
you. I'll be damned--they actually grind beautifully:
Guess what else didn't fit well? The oil pan gasket. With a bunch of sealant and a hardy "go fuck yourself!" I resigned myself to whatever leak I might get should be pretty minor with a 10-quart capacity.
Yes, that hole is a pass-through for the steering drag link:
At least it was starting to look like an engine. Sheesh.