Thanks for the encouragement!
I also believe that the 89 number is artifical. The little jumper pack I was using (which is not little, it was a quite expensive Schumacher pack, and it never holds a charge for long anyway) was not spinning the beast very quickly. I ended up using the old "angle Catywampus up to the truck, hook the jumper pack to Catywampus (remember that she only has a lawn mower battery) and hook jumper cables from Catywapus to the truck" trick on the remaining seven. Even with all of the plugs out, engine rotating clutch-fork-less (pretty free, really), the jump pack had trouble getting over TDC.
The bell may be special because of the weirdo transmission I have. I am first going to investigate calling in some favors to get it welded. It's just the clutch fork, after all.
And you're all right, it certainly isn't worth a cam or intake or headers if it's only going to make 220 hp anyway.
Anyway, it's coming out this weekend. It won't go back in again until the firewall is painted. It will sit in the corner and think about what it's done.
Meanwhile, I made strides towards finally hooking up that 200Vac outlet that I never finished. I never ran the cable into the box, mostly because I am scared of electrons. I borrowed a set of rubber gloves from a friend at work, and went to town.
And then I remembered that I had not drilled the hole through the header yet. It's 2x 2x4s right at the roofline. I have maybe 5" of clearance between the header and the roof, while precariously perched upon the rafters of a lazy-truss setup, 20" on center. I ended up being very McGuiver again, and slid a 1/4" socket over the end of a spade bit to a universal joint, to a long 1/4" drive extension to a square/hex adapter to the drill, taping everything so it wouldn't come off. Then I prayed (literally) that I wasn't going to hit anything like nails or live wires while drilling mostly-blind.
Well the hole is made, and the hole in the box is made, but despite being able to see the cable through the hole in the breaker box, I was not able to get it through. It, being midnight, and my knees hurting like it's pretend, I went inside.
Happily, my potty training younger two kids were dry all night. Unhappily, my daughter, three, woke up insisting that she didn't have to go at around 4. This resulted in being screamed at the top of her little lungs for roughly 45 minutes. She did eventually pee on the potty though. So I won. Sort of. I'm pretty tired now.
