You gotta wonder when you take on a new derelict vehicle project, why was it parked, in this case, some fifteenish years ago? (Actually, fifteen is what Ronnie told me the guy he bought it from said, but in truth I have no idea how long he snoozed in that barn. I suspect after tearing it down some, that he sat longer than that.) I found out why he was relegated to a corner in the barn. Why The Ramper Got the Barn After jacking and cribbing The Ramper’s butt in the air, I dropped the drive train and started stripping it to pieces. As it turns out, the #2 piston was a wee bit loose in the cylinder, in fact it clicked as I pushed with my finger. That must have sounded bad. Also, after removing the heads, I could tell the #2 piston was replaced as it was a different brand than the other five. That was enough for barn confinement, but there were other problems. The transmission, differential and engine block looked like a swarm of dirt ...