On to the tall cabinet, and here's the part all of my projects seem to hit. It took me ten years to restore my Mustang because, among other similar bits of wackiness, I devoted six months to building just the right radio. In this instance, the previous owner had removed the original icebox and enlarged the opening to accommodate a refrigerator. A perfectly serviceable refrigerator, fine shape, but definitely not the right look. I hunted without much luck for a decent original icebox, thinking I'd install one of the Dometic remote compressor refrigeration systems, before I found a small refrigerator with appropriate aesthetics for less money than most of the ratty iceboxes I found were going for. It's about four inches shorter than the refrigerator that's already in there, which, subtracting a half inch for the thickness of a supporting shelf, gave me 3 1/2" of space for something useful. PO's refrigerator. Nifty new refrigerator in front o
I realized as I put this post together that it covers almost exactly a year's worth of work. My schedule this summer has been much tighter than last, so I haven't had nearly as much time to work on the Cardinal. As if I didn't have enough distractions, I stumbled on a tow vehicle I couldn't pass up- not quite what I was looking for, but it's been entirely too much fun in the five months we've had it. I've been driving it to work every day to get the bugs worked out after sitting for the last 30 years or so. Not for the introverted. 1955 Ford Courier sedan delivery with a National ambulance conversion, a bit over 50k miles, has a spiffy rear folding jump seat and a passenger's bucket that swivels to face it. Last fall I'd discovered why the laminate on the table and countertop were so badly degraded- they weren't laminate at all, but prefinished 1/4" Masonite. The kitchen countertop was backed up by plywood only around the sink,