Today my father, some great mechanics and I got to do the first step to get the Mercury flipped. Freeing it from the spot where it has sat for the best part of 7 years, and taking it to my fathers workplace where said mechanics will pull the transmission out. It was a good 4 hours to do the whole process, but it was sure worth it and getting to business a quickly as possible.
When my father and I arrived, a tow truck was already waiting for us. A flatbed Dodge with a driver who I swear could be a Junior buddy I sit with in the cafeteria. The first step was to put the car in neutral and fill up the tires so it could at least roll back. We were able to inflate the 4 tires which surprisingly retained air with the same strength as healthy young mens lungs. After the tires were done, I went inside to try and move the gear lever into neutral without success. The car's transmission was shot, so even moving it into neutral didn't seem possible. My father pretty much gave up and wanted to call a mechanic, but I wasn't having that. I broke out the owners manual where I found that the transmission had a brake lock, and it could be disabled if I stuck a screwdriver in the side of the console and pressed the button on the gearstick. After a couple of tries, I managed to pull it back to neutral and we gave the signal to the tow truck driver to get into the garage.
As the long platform truck positioned himself, we saw cautiously at the end of the corridor only to hear an enormous bang from the bumper structure of the truck colliding with the ramp. It was impossible for it to go up.
We realized this wasn't going to be viable, and the tow truck driver had to go do another job so he told us to notify him when the car was actually on the street. I then decided to push it, but the strength of 3.5 grown men couldn't defeat the 7 year old rust that the break pads had to plough through. Then we decided to use my fathers Tacoma as the tow vehicle, just to get the car in the streets.
As the chains were put into position, I stepped in the drivers seat of the Mercury and took the wheel. The sensation of knowing you will be pulled at any given second is eerie, but after the first pull and screech from the break pads the car rolled freely.
It was a bit of a struggle to turn it into the curve, but we managed and called the tow truck again. After a couple minutes, we were on our way to my fathers workplace with my hopes up and my motivation even higher.
The car was parked besides the workshop, where tomorrow it will be brought back to life with a new battery. As I want this to be done quickly, without much drama and mostly with my input it makes me delighted things are going as planned. More updates for later, and if you want to follow the last steps, im tagging this as Mystique Flip.