I'm so pissed right now I can barely write, but man I figured I better share this cautionary tale with you all so you can learn from my mistakes.
For those of you who haven't seen my my Pittsbird project 74 Road Runner posts, my car was originally a 318/904 car, then someone put a 360/727 in it (or so I was told by the previous owner), and I bought the car with the intention of putting a 440/727 in it. I bought the car in 2/2012, got it back on the road in 8/2012, and got a hold of a 440 engine and tranny for it in 2/2013, which is where this story starts.
Now comes October, and I get a call from the guy in Orlando and he tells me his mechanic started working on the engine and found out the engine is a 318 and not a 360! Crap! Once again, I had assumed the previous owner was telling me the truth, and since I had never intended to keep the small block engine or tranny in there, I never looked at them that closely, and that was my bad. I called the previous owner, and he and his dad, who's an ASE certified mechanic, both swore up and down that engine was a 360, so I had a friend of mine in Orlando go by the shop there and do a visual check to confirm the engine was a 318, and he said there was no doubt about it... it was a 318. So I called the Orlando guy back, got his mailing information, sent him his money back, and now I have to decide to plan a trip to go down to pick up a 318 and 904, or just say screw it and let the shop guy down there keep them because they aren't worth making the trip for.
So now I'm in the hole money wise, still owe the shop up here money because they had my tranny rebuilt and the new heads. The shop owner has the initial money I got from the guy in Orlando, plus additional money I've paid to start covering the tranny/heads; and the money I was going to use to pay off the balance all went to reimburse the guy in Orlando because I sold him a 318 instead of a 360. And, it's Christmas time so I don't have a lot of spare cash lying around.
Now comes a new twist. Last night I'm on Craigslist like I am every day, and when I search for Plymouth, what pops up but an ad for a 1966 Plymouth Valiant project car with a... you guessed it... 360! I thought how many 1966 Valiants with 360s could there possibly be around here, so I opened up the ad. And guess what the ad states? The car originally had a /6 but the owner has a 360 "from a road runner" that is ready to drop in. And guess who the owner is? The kid from the shop where my car is at! So now I'm about 99% sure that little POS got a 318 engine someplace, and the 904 tranny that was in his Valiant, and swapped them for the 360/727 that had been in my car. And now I know why the exhaust manifolds disappeared. There was no way that kid could use 71-74 B-body headers in a 66 A-body, but he sure could use those manifolds, so he took them when he took the engine and tranny. I emailed the kid under a different name and asked lots of questions like a buyer would, with one interlaced among them about what year road runner the engine had come from. If he tells me a 74, he's going to be f&#king toast!
So, it turns out the previous owners were both stand-up guys and telling the truth all along, but even so I was an idiot for not taking a few minutes to verify what was actually on the car. Since this kid was apparently fired this summer, I'm guessing he got caught doing something, so I don't think the shop owner is the problem. He seems like a stand-up guy who's got so many irons in the fire that he can't watch what's going on as closely as he should. So once I hear back from the kid, and verify he's got my engine and tranny, I'm going back for a meeting with the owner and say as far as I'm concerned he still owes me a $1,500 credit because I made that deal with him, not the kid, and he can take whatever action he wants to take against his former employee. Barring that, I'll have to take both he and the kid to court, spend a lot of their money to pay court costs, and then have criminal charges pressed against the kid. So I'm hoping the shop owner and I can just come to terms, get my car done, and get it the Hell out of there.