Update:
A failed morning on some fronts... a success on others.
A quick trip to my friends this morning... which is darn near the beginning of the Utah desert has me marching around his 300 x 100 shop... and around his property.
It's one of those properties that seems to eat old cars alive so I've been told.
Anyway, after much talking and looking around... (really, we were rummaging through is shop for hours... and it's amazing how he remembered where everything was) we finally had this pile of stuff he figured would work.
And I'll take his advice of course, he's an old rodder.
We then talked a bit... and he just starts looking at some pics of it... then drawing on them... says he wants to be involved in it and is offering all kinds of help... and like a puppy dog, I"m just sipping coffee and listening... taking everything in.
Then, he says "follow me" where outside... in the back 40 (literally, hundreds of feet out to the back fence is the matching rear end to this stuff... the banjo. Complete.
In all, there's only one missing part to all this.
Quite the day.
And yes, I'll tell you how much I paid. 200 bucks in traded race kart parts... and 200 cash.
Looks like we're going the ford route... and as someone just told me like a moment ago, I must have a horseshoe up my butt... because today, I got lucky.