What you see here is my Mother in Laws old car. Why is pictured here you ask? Well, because she got another car because this thing was falling apart and someone hit it in a parking lot and I am putting it back together and will probably be helping her sell it. Point is.....It takes time away from my other projects.

This is my 1982 Jeep CJ-7. Notice it is a bit fucked up. That's because it is a Jeep and not car, I already put one windshield in it this year and it already needs another.

These next two pictures are the inside of my garage and of course the Beetle. Just empty boxes on the roof waiting for me to get off my butt, post a couple guitars on eBay, and then use them to pack em up and ship em out. I literally just started cleaning my garage up for the first time in years. it's amazing what can be done now that I found a doctor who would listen to me.


The legs on my sandblaster were not adequate for a pot full of sand, one of them broke and this is what I came up with until I get some metal and repair the legs.

Finally.....The pan, anti-climatic isn't it.

I am going to have more pictures and some questions because since pulling my pan out and getting some sandblasting done I have found out that my Brother in Law, Who said he would help (long, long, long story and not getting into to), did a lousy job welding the floor in. so now I have to clean that up as best I can.
I also removed what there was of the front seats covers and I am thinking I might need new front seats, I will take some pictures so you can see what I have to work with, I also got some more sandblasting done.
I am also taking some time each work day to get my garage cleaned and organized so as time progresses I will also be uncovering different parts that I can work on.
Now about the pictures........I take pictures before I start work and that is pretty much it until the next time I work, Once I get dirty the pictures stop and I am working on the car while my wife is working so she is not here to take pictures of me while I am doing stuff (which works out good because I hate having my picture taken)