Well, all was well until I got the trailer home.
Filled with excitement at the prospect of producing a great restoration that would also go 12 seconds (yeah, I can dream) I fired up the Road Runner.
Ooh, those cherry bombs sound great, it's like being at the Chelsea Cruise again. Rumpetty, rumpetty, rump lined up for the gate, down the drive.
Hello, the Garage isn't big enough, damn. In all the excitement, I hadn't thought about that.
So October, in the peeing rain, I demolished my workshop and the parts shed at the back and decided to roll up my sleeves and build a new workshop one sheet of A4 on the kitchen table, a stubby pencil and a load of imperial measurements (none of that useless metric nonsense here, mate!) and I was ready to start digging.
It took four long months in rain, wind, snow and sleet to get the damn thing finished and I wanted to make sure it looked half decent, so for those of you sad enough to be interested in the technical details, it goes something like this:
30 feet long
12 feet wide
6 feet 2 inches to the eves
Standing on a concrete base, without a membrane, which was a mistake, the floor does get a bit damp occasionally, but I'm gonna paint it with the pukka stuff. The frame is all 2 inch square treated timber with a half inch Stirling Board roof on steel frames, welded up by me and my Aussie mate Bill.
The whole thing is clad in 6" treated featherboard, which I bought, like all the timber from Archers in Oxford (brilliant firm) and the roof is double layered felt.
Inside the entire building is insulated with four inch glass fibre in the walls and one inch polystyrene sheet in the roof.
The entire building cost a little over a grand, but that's with a lot of hard work!
Inside there's a bench with a vice, a universal milling machine (you can make virtually anything with one of these) a drilling/tapping machine and the biggest compressor I could afford. Plus, DeVilbiss air regulators, filters, air fed respirator and spray guns.