>Darn, you're good: I could get the engine in and out of my '68 bug in about 30 minutes, maybe a little less, but doing that and the clutch in 45 is incredible. <s>

Well, practice makes perfect. I used to burn a lot of clutches in my youth <g> -- and it wasn't because of VW's clutches, it was because of my big, heavy foot. How on earth did I survive those early driving years alive is still beyond my comprehension. Must've been my mother's constant praying. And now I'm doing the same constant praying for my own kids. "And seasons they go round and round, and the painted pony goes up and down, we're captive on the carousel of life..."


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