Do the boots now, while you're there...bearings too. Get axles now, put them on the shelf...and when the time comes( which according to you is precisely the day after you do the lift) you can slide 'em in. You'll get good at it, open a small CV shop outside Reno, have 4 crumbcatchers (3 of which are yours) start drinking Old Bushmill, and die at 72 of a cirrotic liver. They'l find you clutching a picture of Spiro Agnew, clad only a loin cloth, WW2 gazmask, and a pair of "Snap-On" boots
Oh man, one could only wish. To go the crazy old ways of Hunter S. Thompson.