Transplant for Tony's 23C.

Picked up this TEF yesterday for dismantling. The tractor is well past it's "use by" date, but the engine is a "pearler", ideal for Tony's belligerent 23C project.
This 20C starts first pop, no ether or bibles needed, prayer time or whatever, just off the key and away you go. You just gotta work out how to get it in there. Some bright spark will have the answer. It's gotta "swept-down" front axle. Never seen this before. Possible Ferguson design, or a "Home-brew" job??
Your last post on the other forum was a great read. Got rellies applying at this moment for the Mad Max extravaganza, most want the role of Tina Turner, but could only manage Angry Anderson's "angry little man's" part!
Yeah, gotta watch out for those pythons at night, missus tells me the same thing.....often!

A mate of mine once said that he wondered why his wife closed her eyes when they made out. I told him that she hated seeing him,.. "having fun!"....really!!!
Recently overheard two Aussie farmers talking at the bar after a recent local field day.
The first farmer said to the other farmer, "What would you do if you won the lottery?"
Second farmer said, "Keep farming till it was aaallllllll GONE!!!"
Gotta love the humour from our local rural counterparts here! There doing it tough, without any handouts from the Federal pollies.
Anyway....give the engine some thought. I may be able to throw an Aussie shiela in for good measure. BUT, I can't guarantee she will have 20-20 vision. I'm sure we can come to some arrangement.
Cheers mate.

Fair go mate! Don't chop her up! Not yet! We'll save her! Just push it in the bush till I get there.... the way septic tank politics are going, insted of another work visa, I'll apply as a refugee! .... line 1. I have a long term job waiting for me in the outback. (just don't tell the immigration officer it's a bloody tractor project eh?)
I... ummmm. Ok, I...was 'aquainted with' a classic ozzie farm girl for a few days... from out near Perth.... I dunno... when I met her, she had two black eyes.. bloodytruth eh.. wearing nice city clothes! high heels and cotton trench coat... styled about the time of Petula Clark... but this is when Boy George and Annie Lennox were the trend setters...AND! this drove me mad, kinda freaked me out...she never blinked...I never caught her blinking more than once or twice whole time we hung out- perhaps she didn't have 20-20 vision either?... just hanging around with me was proof of that eh? She said her dad had all JD's if I remember correctly...so there's a fair dinkum reason to let the Sheila go walkabout???
Never actually saw a live strine snake, saw run over roos and koalas too- but some very alive huge science fiction sized spiders... and one of those lizards on the coin? Like gills of a fish? That was wild. Good thing I tripped over him in broad daylight...
Actually met a super x pom couple who owned a 'macadamia nut' plantation inland of briz, met them in the taxi to the airport- and they baby sat me in Singers as I was trying to locate my nutter cousin. They knew the travel ropes and didn't suffer from culture shock like I did!
My biggest gripe about down under was shorts. I hated wearing shorts since I was a baby. I had a pair of knee length 'burmuda shorts' I took with me. An old maori (probably was younger than me then, than I am now?)in my shop in NZ used to take the mikey out of me 'if that was my only pair of shorts, I'd rather wear a grass skirt!' or 'hey uncle sam! those long shorts or short longs?' I'd yell back 'pockets! I need pockets!' He had a fergie he could bearly fit on... his bum surrounded the seatpan- nearly to the fenders- a rather huge Maori chap... his father bought it new many years earlier... and his grandfather was one of the last cannibals... is there a link here???
So leave that tractor be, and save me a slab of human flesh for the barbie...