An early lunch and I was off to Action Auto Parts to pick up my 2005 3.5 Uplander engine.
I rolled out from Richmond and headed for Hopewell on a short timeline.

The gods of HP plagued me all manner of pestilence on my journey to Hopewell including one of the hurried drivers worst enemies… The dreaded blue haired driver in a hay truck no less.

Finally blowing past the geriatric hay wagon I made it to the Hopewell exit.

Bobbing and weaving the whole way, I finally made it to the turn off for Action

I wheeled into the parking lot with sugar plumbs and forged cranks running through my head shut the engine down and proceeded inside.

Mark was nowhere to be found, but young Raymond was on deck and ready to do business.

I paid the 183.75 for the Uplander engine with 42K on it (what a deal) and drove around to pick up my prize.

I looked the engine over and it looked solid, I have 30 days to return it if I find a problem

James loaded it in the truck and back to Richmond