Got that front clip on last night. I felt sorta like those people we see on a documentary doing something that makes you really sore and uncomfortable (like climbing Mt Everest). And when asked "Why do you do it?" answer with 'Because it's there". Well this is not Mt Everest by any means, but It took me about 8 hours working by myself on the concrete. Much of this time on my knees while prying stretching, banging and bending sheet metal from 3 different donors to ultimately conform to the chassis of a fourth truck. I don't know what I'd do without my alignment pins. I'm sure steelworkers have a name for these tapered rods with a flat hook on the back end. There must be 50 fasteners under there, many with coil springs and a fender washer on one side, a regular washer then a castelated nut and cotter pin. The fasteners are equal parts 1/4", 1/2" and 9/16" with a few 5/8" and 3/4" thrown in. Some coarse , some fine. These were all gleaned piece by piece from my stash of ford bolts and 5 coffee cans of mixed bolts, a drawer full of washers and a dog dish hubcap of mixed nuts. Every socket I dropped rolled to the opposite side of the truck. My good craftsman 3/8 drive siezed up in locked mode. I quit at 11 pm, mostly done, but had a good 3 hours of wrenching in this morning before work. Built some drawers, went to an aftrernoon meeting about a new project, and finally got home and did a few laps around the ten acres in the 'complete' truck. No squeaks, only rattle was the tailgate chains. Brakes, steering, engine, ****** all excellent. Just what I needed... Another Jailbar Tonner! Sure it was a lonely parts truck for over six years, no bed, no drivetrain, no seat, no wiring, all sitting on rotten tires, but it had a title and a good face and 'It was There'.