The sun was barely over the fence line, but Backyard Brian was already three coffees deep, staring down the hollowed-out hull of the .
"She’s just being shy," Brian mutters, shimmying a pry bar into a space it definitely wasn't designed for. With a groan of metal and a suspicious clink from a dropped bolt that vanished into the abyss of the hull, the engine finally swings free from the hoist—which is actually just a heavy-duty ratchet strap hooked to a sturdy oak tree branch. The Horror Under the Hatch
In Episode 1, we saw the "deal of a lifetime" turn into a fiberglass nightmare. Today, the backyard becomes a laboratory. Welcome to The "Precision" Teardown