My rookie error contribution was not the result of a lack of mechanical knowledge but more a lack of common sense. A long time ago, in a garage far, far way. I was helping a buddy wrench on his quarter miler when I spotted his cam shaft and Rhodes lifters for the 427 laying on the bench. A half case of Henry's later they were resting under the hood of my SS 396 Chevelle. Sounded ri-di-cu-lous, shook the antenna literally off the fender, no vacuum for the brakes, faster than hell on a Vegas Saturday night, thrilling drive...all 15 minutes of it. About the only thing salvageable where the heads, couple of rods and that cam shaft...now in a convenient three piece configuration for easier storage. I remember jumping out of the car and pulling what was left of the dipstick to see if there was moisture in the case. The antifreeze shot past my face like a pretty green water fountain in front of Caesar's. It was surprising that there was that much oil left in the block to press that antifreeze out considering the growing puddle of Valvoline on the ground that rivaled only the Exxon Valdez spill. It will never cease to amaze me how so many performance cars are for sale today with numbers matching blocks, evidently my friends and I never owned any of them.