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
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