There's no right or wrong to this sort of thing really. From a purely practical point of view who can fault swapping an unsupported engine of low power for one with parts a plenty and more horsepower? Forgive me, though, if I am more impressed when I see a Waco 10 with an OX5 fly into Blakesburg, more deeply admire a Fairchild 24W with a 165hp Warner on its nose, and feel more than a little let down when I see a '29 Great Lakes with a Ranger on the front of it, posing as a Menasco.
Mostly I feel for a venerable machine dragged through the air with all manner of added cubic inches it probably wasn't expecting, Were I a Fairchild 24W who'd received an MP14 nose job, I'd be terribly confused, not to mention the probable identity crisis I'd likely suffer. I'd wonder, "Why, oh why, have you done this to me? I get the part about pulling out the radios with their vacuum tubes that look like props from Forbidden Planet, ten pound transformers oozing thick black goo, beer can sized capacitors, and heat sinks the size of Kansas, but what the hell have you done to my FACE?!"
I saw the photos of that Ford powered Cruisair. Read the description of all the stuff the guy went through to create this Franken-Bellanca, pondered it all, considered it thoughtfully, and came to the reasoned conclusion that THIS GUY IS A FARKING WACK JOB! What was the conceivable firing order of this fellow's neurons?
Please, someone, anyone, for the love of Jack Knight's heroic heart, help me understand what power of whimsy drives an otherwise rational human brain to beat to quarters at the mere notion of putting an antique or classic aircraft into the OPEC Hall of Fame? Is it the same impulse of delight that drives people to bolt chromed monoliths of piston power onto Model A automobile frames? Is it the same discombobulation of sensibilities that drives people to pay money for cloth pictures of dogs playing poker?
Aren't there better avenues for this sort of thing...Harmon Rockets, Thunder Mustangs, those egg shaped Legends? And, God rest his soul, Jimmy Franklin's rocket powered Waco doesn't count: it was an airshow stunt plane, I loved it, and - unlike most airshow gimmick rides - it made me laugh...in a good way.

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Jonathan