OK, now you are curious. What, exactly IS this thing called Chevello? What possible type of automobile could it be, you are asking.
Well, prepare to be enlightened. (to a point, I don't know EVERYTHING, geez)
Chevello is a 1964 Chevrolet Chevelle Malibu 2-door hardtop. What that means, is that the car is a Chevelle with the Malibu package in a body style which has only 2 doors, and no post between the door and quarter windows. That's right. The door windows have no frame to catch on your yuppie sweater as you head out for a night on the town. There aren't any doors for the people in the back to use, so the driver and shotgun have to actually get out (!!) of the car to let people in the back seat. Exactly as you suspected, if 2 adults go to pick the kids up from school, one  of them actually has to exit the vehicle, enduring pouring rain, sleet snow, hail, whatever, if any just to let Junior get in the car. All that info is for those of you (yeah, BOTH of you) who haven't seen a 2-door hardtop car before. This particular car came eqiupped with a 230 cubic inch inline 6 cylinder engine and a powerglide trans. Few options were installed, just a couple of interior bits. The entire car was basically stock as a bone when I obtained it, and had been a daily driver in California until I kidnapped it and brought it here to Pennsylvania.
The purchase was an interesting thing. My wife and I had gone to California to visit family for the holidays in 2000, and on New Years Eve went to visit some friends. As I walked into the backyard, there was this Chevelle. So I asked about it, and my friend (I do still consider him that although there was this incident involving Ebay and a Caprice in New Jersey. Sort of a payback that we won't discuss right now, snicker snicker.) After some discussion about price, I decided to buy the car and have it shipped here. It arrived all in one piece, and in as good a condition as I last saw it (in the dark after a couple brewskis).
After the car arrived, I bought a few parts, and did a few things, drove it a little, and decided to park it until I could finish up some of those things (read: I broke the fuel line and was too lazy to fix it so it sat) Then, one day, it happened!
 

Imagine, coming home from work after a long day on a Thurday, and finding out that on Saturday "THEY" are going to tow away your project car. Of course, I don't get home until after THEY go home, so I had to wait until the next day which I took off from work so that THEY wouldn't steal my car. Of course talking to anyone at this "Property Maintenance Task Force is a joke. The right hand doesn't even know that there IS a left hand and in fact thought that it had caused the right hand to be amputated some time ago. The story is this: A person cannot park a vehicle that is not registered on their OWN PROPERTY here in the wonderful township of... you don't really need to know that bit. Periodically, THEY do a sweep to see what THEY can steal. The conversation went something like this:
"Property Maintenance Task Force"
"Hi, I'm trying to find out how to keep my car from being stolen"
"Your car is being stolen?"
"Yes"
"Did you call the police?"
"Do I need to? Your department is the one trying to steal it, and I've got you on the phone"
"Um"
"So how do I keep you from stealing my car?"
"Where is it?"
"In my driveway"
"Hang on"
PAUSE
"YEAH"
"Hi, I'm trying to find out how to keep my car from being stolen"
"Whedya live"
"Ah, (gave the address)"
"Yeah, we did a sweep through there to get rid of all the abandoned cars yestiddy"
"Apparently. How do I keep you from stealing my car?"
"Whaddya mean, 'stealing'?"
"Well, is it yours?"
"What kinda car is it?"
"64 Chevelle"
"Ah"
"And?"
"Well, can ya get it registered?"
"Today? It took me til 3:00 to get you on the phone, how in the HECK can I get it running, get it inspected and registered by TOMORROW?"
"Well, I maybe I can work it out to give ya til Monday"
"Oh good, so I get Saturday to get everything done, eh?"
"I can't really hold em off any longer."
"Great"

So, the whole time I am in a panic, trying to figure out what to do, and then the brother in law (we won't talk about HIM) says I can keep it at his house. Cool.
I call this Guy, to have him tow the car, and he says "Ya know..." I should have run screaming right then, but I didn't. I listened.
"I got a 89 Corvette that got wrecked, and the guy wants to get rid of the motor and trans. I'll put the whole thing in for you for, let's see, $1500 for the motor and trans, complete, and another thousand to install it. Plus a little for hoses, antifreeze, stuff like that."
"So, $2800 (about) to install a TPI motor and automatic trans?"
"Yeah"
"Take it, do it"
"OK, I need the 1500 up front to buy the motor and trans."
(Like a dumbass, I didn't run away)
"Tuesday"
"OK"

And off Chevello went to the Guy's shop.
So, Tuesday rolls around, I get him the money, but still no Corvette. Not til Thursday.
Thursday: "I'm gonna get it on Saturday"
Saturday: "Well, it turns out, the guy who ran into the Vette DOES have insurance, to they're going to handle it that way"
"OK, so what are you going to do about that?"
"Well, I got this 400 in this truck. I'll let ya have that one for 500."

To shorten the story, I decided that putting the carbureted 400 with a TH350 couldn't POSSIBLY be NEARLY as expensive as a TPI motor. Boy was I wrong.
I stopped by the shop about every other day, and usually on Saturdays to see how it was going. Two weeks later I started making "I want my money back" noises and SUDDENLY, work began. The 6 came out and went in the corner.
I brought frame brackets for the motor mounts, so he could put the 400 IN, he "cleaned" and "painted" the engine compartment. All the while he was talking about how nice it was going to be, and I kept telling him. No, don't worry about that, that one will come out when I get an injected motor anyways. Don't make a big deal out of it.
Weeks later (again) I got frustrated and started unbolting the engine from the truck that it was in, myself. Pretty silly when you are paying someone to do work for you and you have to do it yourself anyways.
Eventually, things started to get done. That is when I began to understand that I had taken my car to "Hackmeister's Garage." THe first thing that went wonky was when he wanted to pull the heads and lap the valves. I started looking for a calendar, because I wanted to make sure that it IS 2002, and not 1955. I finally convinced Mr. Hack that if it needed a valve job, lapping wasn't going to help, and if it DIDN"T need a valve job, which we had already determined by a compression check (he said, but I don't really think it happened and I DID see the engine run before it came out of the truck. There was NO smoke on a dead cold startup, no misses or anything weird at the time, so I wasn't nervous) Anyways, he got convinced that a valve lap was not necessary, so the heads stayed on.
About then, I noticed some damage to the oil pan that had been crudely welded some time in the past. New oil pan needed, Ugh. And of course, new oil pan gasket, intake gaskets (for the new intake I "needed") Oh, a distributor oiler (which if I paid for it, I want the dang thing) Various seals and freeze plugs, hoses, oil, antifreeze, yadda yadda.
Maenwhile, I kept telling Mr. Hack that when I got close to running out of money, to let me know so I could keep on top of it. Strangely he never had time to add me up, so one day, I did it myself. That is when I got worried.
I told him to stop. He wanted a radiator. I bought the radiator, so it would at least be that close to done, and told him I was out of money, and to just clean it up and lets go. Don't worry about the power steering, I can strongarm it. Heck I used to drive a 66 Impala that leaked power steering fluid so bad that I just cut the belt so I wouldn't have to put fluid in it anymore. Not this guy, he went and spent some more of what he already knw I didn't have any OF, then HACKED the AC portion off of the power steering bracket. What sense does it make? I don't know either. When the radiator finally arrived, I gave it to him to install, and again, told him NOT to do the cooling lines because I wanted to do them. You see, all my life I have worked on cars, I love it to death, and here I was having to PAY this Guy to do the work for me. It was killing me. Of course, when I arrived to do the lines, tape measure in hand, he tells me they are already done. Yeah, you could say that. Both ends are connected. Apparently, Mr. Hack does not have a tubing flare set. This means that he can't cut the ends of the lines to the right length. I guess he thought it was OK to just bend the extra around to use it up. Again, I can't understand it. While I was dejectedly laying on the ground, looking at the lines, I noticed a huge blob of silicone on the front of the oil pan.
"What's all this silicone on the front of the pan? You have a leak?"
"Naw, that extra, so it won't leak"
"?<dumbfounded>?"
Of course it was ALREADY leaking as evidenced by the paint on the pan starting to bubble. Great. Oh, what else is this? Dents in the pan? At least they are from the outside IN. Hm, it seems that the inner tie rod ends are hitting the oil pan. I got up off the ground, went in and said, "Total me up. You are done. Don't do anything more, just letit be finished. I have too much more work to do, and you burned through all my money already, so it is just going to have to sit."
"Wait, we did too much work on this thing to not see it drive out of here."
Well, you should have thought about that when you bought things that I said I didn't want. What's the total?"
"But..."
"Do you want to do the rest for free?"
"No, the driveshaft won't be that expensive"
"How expensive is 'not very'?"
"Bout a hundred and seventy-five"
"<choke>"
"Maybe I can get a deal on it for ya, since we're so close"
"No, total me up, I will be back tomorrow to get the number from you"
"OK..."
The next day is when he hit me with the 800.00 bill. It's not as nice as being hit by, say, a pillow, or maybe a rock.
I was just so frustrated and done, that I paid him. Stupid, I know, but when a guy like that has your car, what can you do?

Did you really read all that? Wow, you must be bored.  As a reward, below are some pictures of what a 1964 Chevell Malibu 2-door Hardtop looks like. Thanks again for reading, I didn't think you would. I just wanted to get the frustration out of my system. Thanks.