My dad bought a ‘56 Thunderbird 30 years ago. He was paying a guy to rebuild it but the guy kept having back issues and eventually stop returning my father’s calls. My dad had four kids, was working up to 100 hours a week and thought the car was likely in a million pieces in the guys garage. Eventually the guy got back in touch with him and had actually been working gradually on the engine and rebuilt it. My dad moved it to a garage that was suppose to be reputable but the business was recently impounded and they did nothing to help the vehicle.
It’s basically a “barn find.” My dad