Half a dozen bits of daylight poking through the cowl here. Jammed some tin overtop and added both sqeezy schmutz and spritzy schmutz both inside and out.
It’s still here as it’s carport is under construction, which is the most legit excuse for leaving a car at my place I’ve ever heard.
Usually, it goes like this: A) It can sit there for 3 months until I’ve got time to mess with it and deem it worthy of my attention. and B) It has to leave the very instant I get sick of it. There is no sign saying dead plymouth storage on my lawn. Its the one thing in this world I get to have both ways. I am 100% that bitchy bodyman(former). But if he’s building a home for it it can stay a few days extra.