A friend of mine had a Citroen with a two stroke engine. We had a lot of fun in that thing. It was a pretty exotic car for our neck of the woods.
He lent it to his beautiful but seriously ditzy sister and she let the oil reservoir run dry.
Engine seized up tighter than Dick’s hat band.
Yes, she was a blonde.
A natural platinum blonde.
Those engines were light enough and small enough that he probably could have pulled it out and put another in by hand, by himself. Guess there weren’t any candidates for an engine swap at the time, though.