Gus,
This immigrant from Guatemala lived across the street from me and my pals when we were in college. He lived with an uncle, and life at home was rough, so we took him in to live with us. His name was "Toto". Toto provided a lot of comic relief as he learned English in our home filled with 5 college students; what was even funnier was his writing, as he wrote everything perfectly phonetically, which meant we read his many notes with an accent! Anyway, I sold Toto my 1970 Datsun 510, and he was doing some kind of valve work on it; maybe it was changing the timing chain. He had a diaper rag around something on the chain, was distracted, and then went to turn over the engine--forgetting about the rag. The chain pulled it right into the sump.
Needless to say, that faux pas begat a more extensive repair...
