Here you are looking into the front of the frame and you can see how the oil filter fits in there nice and snug. Same shot as above but with the black filter screwed into place. I doubt you'll see another Pan on the road with this rig. Keep in mind that the alternator on the left spins when the motor is running. The right forward control mounts had clearly been bent over time and I was worried that if I tried to bend them back I would just snap them off. They seemed pretty stable right where they were, so I "angle-ground" a washer to change the angle of the forward control as it came off the frame. From a safety standpoint, this is probably a real bad idea - but we'll attend to this later once we solve some bigger issues. The trick here seemed to not let ourselves get "snagged" on smaller problems that would prevent us from forward motion. Overhead view shows that my eye-balled ground worked pretty well as the control seems to be pretty much at a right angle with the motor. Kinda. Maybe. If you squint. Next>

What Would Warren Build Part 4 Continued... But I didn't want an operation - I wanted someone who could make the pain go away without slicing into me like a slab of Tuna. So I got a Pain Specialist. Considering we're not using names here - we'll call him Dr. Pain #1. Now, he was a young guy who saw right away that I was in a world of hurt and that the previous diagnosis had been wrong. He was convinced it was a compressed disk and that proper physical therapy and drug treatment could get me out of pains way. Meanwhile, I went to see a second pain doctor, Dr. Pain #2, who agreed with Dr. Pain #1 and recommended a new course of physical therapy. So stick with me here - Dr. Pain #1 is handling drugs and Dr. Pain #2 is handling the physical therapy team. The actual physical therapy is being done by a nice group of female physical therapists. So I started my second round of physical therapy. By the time I would get to the sessions I was so much in "distress" (read un-f**king-believable pain) that it was all they could do to try to snap me out of it. They did this using gentle massage and another rack table. That's when I discovered the joy of "snap-back". See, the whole idea is to stretch your back so that the passages become bigger and bigger - thus relieving the pain. This generally works except for one thing. Your back is like a giant nerve covered rubber band. So when you stretch it out, it snaps back. The result is you feel really good for a short period of time (generally enough for you to drive home from the physical therapists) and then you "snap-back" into pain much worse than where you were before. So while Dr. Pain #2 was doing this, Dr. Pain #1 was prescribing pills so that when I "snapped back" I didn't have to go to the hospital. Suffice it to say I was on one pill to kill the pain that had lots of headache medicine in it so you "wouldn't get addicted", another 100% pure pain killer because too much of the first kind would rot your liver out and a third drug to make you pass out so you could "sleep" at night without waking up in pain and taking pain pills all night long. Next>