The final two days felt like the entire rebuild compressed into one last roller coaster. The night before the dyno was the expected late-night thrash—finishing details, solving last-minute problems, and trying to turn a pile of newly assembled parts into a complete car. By dyno day, I was running on three or four hours of sleep and already exhausted. Then the tow truck arrived three hours late and knocked the exhaust off in transit. Precision re-tacked it, only for a fuel rail to break during prep. A used LS3 rail and another $135 later, the resulting leaks were repaired and the legend Julio Hormilla could finally start tuning. Once he got into it, the important parts went right. He worked through the new cam, fueling, startup, idle, and initial break-in. Foxy starts, idles, takes throttle, and moves under her own power. The forward gears in the TKX all worked, although reverse was extremely crunchy and still needs attention. Unfortunately, the wastegate became the final villain. The spring combination should have produced roughly 9.6 psi, but the most we saw was about 4 psi. The valve and seat did not appear to be sealing evenly. Eventually the springs were removed and the gate was held open so Julio could safely finish the tuning. That left the final pulls at only about 1–2 psi—effectively naturally aspirated. Even so, Foxy made 501 horsepower and roughly 500 lb-ft at the wheels. I would be lying if I said I wasn’t disappointed. After everything it took to reach the dyno, I wanted to see what the turbo combination could actually do. Instead, I finished the day exhausted, with my back screaming, waiting another two hours for the tow home and without the max-effort number. But the number I cared about most was never the biggest one on the screen. I wanted a safe, healthy car. That is what I got. The rebuild that began with a catastrophically destroyed engine ended with Foxy fully assembled, running, driving, and making 501 horsepower with essentially no help from the turbo. The wastegate, clutch hydraulics, exhaust, and a couple of leaks are now punch-list items on a working car—not obstacles standing between me and a running car.