When a wounded ’67 MGB with a seized engine arrived at our facility, we had a choice-either push the car up our ramps to our shop level (four feet up), or enlist the help of a powerful workhorse residing inside. This particular horse has a broken fuel pump and needed to be fed fuel with a tin-can IV drip… but nonetheless, the MGB was still small work for the mighty Bugeye.
And BTW, the MGB was able to drive out under it’s own power, its engine now installed…