The 'UNIQUE' Engine

| April/May 2001


5137 Swartz Road, Kansas City, Kansas 66106

This is the story of a 'shop made' engine, built by a man I have known for better than two-thirds of my life. I consider myself privileged to know him, and to have him as a friend.

Several years ago, I stopped by my friend Donald Schultz's home to discuss an engine that he had for sale. Donald lives about 20 miles or so from my parents' home in Iowa, and has for many years sold old flywheel type engines. When I first met him (I was about 10) he had so many of them that they were packed into every corner of every building that he had. As usual, he was in his shop, puttering with some old metal he had piled up on the floor and on a table. I asked him what he was building, and he said he was making an engine. He said he had walked into the shop one day, and kicked into a pile of iron. Feeling that he needed to clean things up a bit, he decided that building an engine would be a good way to use up some of the junk.

Some 30 years earlier he had picked up a set of flywheels, crankshaft, belt pulley, and crankcase cover for a Galloway 'Handy Andy' at a farm sale. He had looked for years for a parts engine that he could complete with what he had, but had never found one. He finally sold the crankcase cover, and decided to make use of the other parts. These were the beginnings of the engine that I now own.

Several months passed before I visited Don again, and by then he had the engine built but seemed to be having problems getting it to run and start easily. It would start only if you used a large drill to really get it spinning, but even then it didn't run well. I could tell at that time that he was losing interest since it was pretty much done and the 'building' part was over.

I basically forgot about the engine for the next few years. I noticed once, on a visit, that Don had moved the engine to his garage and it had at least a ' of dust on it. I was talking to him about a complete 'Handy Andy' that he had, and he asked me 'Why don't you just buy that engine?,' pointing to the little homemade engine on the floor. I couldn't believe that he would even consider selling it! We soon came to an agreement on price, and the little homemade engine was loaded into my pickup, ready to travel to its new home in Kansas.