Yeah, the garage is quite clean compared to that photo. We went out to the garage around 8PM and I essentially moved stuff around and decided what could go at that instant. Tina took out two 20-gallon bags of nothing but floor sweepings (mostly Oil Dri), and I left quite a bit of scrap steel and aluminum out back for Stretchy to take. All told, we had 2½ 33-gallon garbage cans full of trash by the curb by night's end.
More organization is required, but by 4:30AM with myself half-gassed or better, I couldn't take it anymore... I told Tina "that's enough". She actually looked at me quizzically at that hour, with a fairly good buzz herself, and said, "What about the bench?" What a trooper... we hadn't even touched anything above floor level, but I had to tell her it would have to wait. I thought I was going to tip over, but we went back to the house and started bullshitting, made a pizza, bullshat some more. Finally I was allowed to go to bed around 7:30AM.
Needless to say, my inspection of the LeBaron Monday afternoon was less than thorough, though slightly better than cursory. You'll have that when you feel as if you've been run over by an amphibious assault vehicle while standing in three feet of water. :doh: