I remember back when I was like 13 (and I'm 55 now, so that was a couple years ago) my father took me in his old Chevy pick up to Grandpas garage. Pick up was a 50s something, inline 6. The kind where the the door pillars kinda leaned forward, and the windshield did a little wrap around. Anyway, drove the truck about 70 miles to Grandpas garage, old kind with a pit in the floor because they didn't have lifts back in Grandpas day. He put that pick up over the pit, drained the oil, pulled the oil pan, unbolted the rod bearing caps, pulled the pistons, took them to get knurled, put new rings on them and slid them back in. Bolted everything back together, filled it with oil and we were home before dark. Just a memory.