We actually moved some engines and transmissions and other VW parts last night, as a VW guy friend of Tara's called out of the blue looking for stuff. Could you come over right now? says Tara; Sure, says the friend. He brought his pickup truck. A very nice man, that friend. We'll call him J. He took a bunch of stuff, then gave us some money. And he wants to come back, too.
It's a little tricky with these pictures, as a lot of the stuff we got out of there last night was underneath the benches, and so is hard to see anyway. But it's gone, and hurrah! we were able to move one engine J didn't take sideways. It was from an old VW bus, and the 'mustache bar' (I am not making that up) was sticking out into the path. I don't know how many times we banged our ankles on that stupid thing. Actually, you can see it in the first picture below on the right, sticking out menacingly at ankle height. Evil.
We'll do an overview first with the panoramas. The first pictures in these sets are the ones from the other day, followed by today's picture. From by the stairs:
And from over by the breezeway door:
You can actually almost see that old Triumph now, which Tara tells me is a TR3A. In theory it once looked something like this, and, perhaps, in theory, might someday look like this again:
(Picture horked from the internet, and so I take no blame for the atrocious rubberstamp job on the right)
Most of what we did the other night was work on the southeast corner of the garage. As you can see in the pictures below, we went through the three low chests on the left, then got rid of the chests themselves. Tara then attacked (and I mean, seriously, like with an axe) the top bureau, the one with the mis-matched drawers in it. There may have been just a tetch of pent-up hostility with that thing; one of my father's favorite things to hoard was empty drawers, though oftentimes he'd just put them aside for future potential use (the best kind, according to a hoarder's brain) and so they'd take up all this space while being filled with air. So, we tend to hates them forever O yes precious we does O we does. It was certainly gratifying to watch Tara smash them up.
Smashy pictures first (I love those breaky noises!):
Then the b & a:
We think that TV, which was buried in the corner, may have been our grandmother's. It has genuine rabbit ears on it, and given its Sputnik design sensibilities I'm guessing it's from the 50s or so. The painting is my cousin's; it had been wedged between the south wall and the Triumph. It fit the newly opened space perfectly, though it's probably sideways, judging by the direction of the paint drips on it. Then again, it's Abstract Expressionism. Who can tell?
We got the boxes of books on the north wall moved up to the attic, which is a better place for them, and so opened up that bench a bit. Behold—the wall!
This corner is a little harder to make out, as there isn't really space, and it's dark. But we got some transmissions out of there, too:
This last one is another of the south wall; I didn't really get a before, but you can probably tell from one of the panoramas up top. We got two cabinets out of there and then they got the axe treatment (ask me some time about our ninth cousin thrice removed, the infamous Lizzie Borden, and no, I am not making that up either) and went smashy smashy!! So satisfying.
Overall, a lot of work. Of course walking around in there today it didn't look like much had changed; but that's what the pictures are for. Looking at them I can see some concrete progress, and that is a very good thing.