Yeah, well, you'd have to bring the dog food here, wouldn't you? At that point you may as well just buy the damned transmission. I had to take her off the good dog food because I couldn't afford it anymore at $35/bag. She's currently on Beneful Healthy Weight. Anything cheaper than that she plows through at an amazing rate, and the "poopulation" in my front yard skyrockets.
I don't want to be a jerk about it, but I'll probably do a scrap run again soon. I have some old appliances I don't need, I'll get my engine crane back soon, and I have some other stuff that can go as well (full set of 15x7 plain steelies, full set of cop wheels, etc.). I have no income whatsoever--I'm still not getting any unemployment compensation. I'm running out of stuff to sell and/or scrap after 9 months. I have $15.22 in my pocket, $5.13 in my bank account and I'm staring at unpaid electric, gas, and cable bills. My phone will shut off yet again in 8 days. You have the luxury of time and humor. I don't. I had to sell the pinball machine that was in my family for over 35 years. I've crushed my car. I have a guy coming to look at my Dad's pool table, bought for him by my Mom for Christmas in 1974. I'm done fucking around. It's not funny on this end. I don't mind storing something that isn't mine (I've had a diff sitting here for years that belongs to Stretch; I sold it to him) but if it's mine I'll do what I feel is necessary. That trans will not survive the next scrap run, and no amount of wailing or gnashing of teeth will stop me.