Kelly backed the frame-on-wheels into the smaller of his two barns.
Then he closed the door, except for a crack and fired up his salamander heater. He figured it would be an hour before everything was warmed up enough to work on.
Then he went inside and warmed up his fingers around a mug of coffee. He would be peeing like a race horse all day long but that was the price of getting a lot done in cold weather.
Hopping on the internet he learned that Standardbred horses weigh between 900 pounds and 1200 pounds. He also learned that it was common for them to be productive up past twenty years of age.
Then he hit a bunch of sites to find plans and dimensions for Amish buggies. It came as little surprise that there is very little information on the Amish on the internet. He figured he would just have to wing it. If it was a failure, then he would learn from it and make another.
The first thing he did was to loosen the bolts holding the box and cab. They were so rusty he had to grind a few of them off. Then he used his chainfall to lift them off the frame. He parked them off to the side for the time being.
Going back out to the barn with his yoyo he marked up where he was going to make his cuts. Then he jacked up the frame one corner at a time and slid blocks beneath the frame in four places. He had to slide some boards between the frame and the block to ensure that slight compression existed between the supports and the frame.
Because he wanted clean cuts and wished to avoid having to do extensive grinding to clean up the cuts, he C-clamped guides, flats of steel with straight sides, to the frame. Then he powered up his plasma arc cutter and made his cuts. Kelly was particularly attentive when the pieces he was cutting out of the center were getting close to dropping free. The last thing he wanted was to drop a piece of metal on his toes.
Looking inside the frame from the cut ends over Kelly decided he would never have a better opportunity to clean out the insides. He filled the pressure washer with soapy water and attached his longest wand. The jet of water blew out mud, sand and rust.
Kelly wasn’t going to get any more done on the frame until the water drained out and the inside of the frame was dry. He pulled the blocks out from beneath the cut ends so water could drain out. He left the salamander running and turned on a floor fan to ensure there was some air moving through the frame.
It was time for lunch.