Mind, theres probly a month in between each of these posts, i just am poor at keeping them uploaded regularly, and i tend to do like 18 posts at once, then forget about it.
ANYways, once the flooring was done and dried, i then went about the itchy process of finishing the insulation.
But only after i had brought in an electrician to run wiring throughout the shop. We decided that, since i would be using reclaimed 2x wood as horizontal paneling allover, they would run all the electrical drops, but only install the actual switches and receptacles once everything was complete. In all, i had the electrical upgraded from two 15 amp breakers to 2×20, with the potential to install two 30 (which the garages breaker in the house was wired for, but that might require thicker wire). One line would be entirely dedicated to switch-less quad receptacles that would ring the garage, 2 per wall, and one outside. The other circuit i would dedicate to switched lights (3 inside, 1 flood out front) and another two un-switched quads mounted low and behind where the workbench will later go to handle low-draw items like the shop computer and stereo equipment.
First area completed was this corner. Using mostly scrap i did both sides up to their natural breaking point which, in the case of the door side, was up to the doors trim.
Its sort of hard to see, but over on the right is the completed corner. And obviously the whole north wall.
Lastly, i thought to shoot my “desk”.
Once we had the joisting done, dropping the actual ply for the floor was pretty straight forward; measure twice, cut once, install. No photos of this process, but its just guys maneuvering rectangles. Next up, sealing! I had intended on doing what i thought was a GENIUS idea of mixing all the left over bits of exterior grade paint in a spare bucket and sloppin’ that down, but various consulted experts agreed; BO-gus. If it needs to last, you need something significant, so i went with garage floor paint.
Three coats later, and Heid and i were able to do the sprinkle portion, which is essentially just a bag of paint chips that you spend money on.
Beers in Philly!
A Mitch in a Box.
Bukowski, wearing a Bukowski shirt, that says “Bukowski.”
Stuck, in my truck, on the freeway. After an hour and a half of just bein parked there, we eventually backed our way out, approximately 2 miles. Illegal? i think so! thankfully, they had closed access by this point, so no more cars were stacking up.
So i didn’t document this one that well, but i rebuilt the doors as needed, and while my dad was in town, we removed the old & installed a new window. Because its pretty low odds you’ll find a window of the right orientation at the exact same size, its much easier to find one as close as possible, but a bit smaller, trim it in and call it one. Interestingly enough, even though the window took up less space than the old one, it let WAY MORE light in because it had WAY MORE glass in it. As for the doors, they let all sorts of wind, rain, snow, sleet, animalia, and what not in, so the primary goals were simple mechanical closure, and weather resistance.
So i pulled this door out completely, stripped it of everything foreign i could, re-glued up the base (which i think was held together by cobwebs), cut it down to fit with the new floor & footer trim, painted that sum’batch, and re-hung it. Once in i them installed a weather strip on the handle-side of the frame to tighten up that gap. Now everything is sealed, painted, trimmed or all three.
This guy took a serious bit of time; i basically removed the entire “window” portion of the door and created a new one with a scrap piece of matte acrylic my neighbor had, resealing, repainting and re-trimming in the process. I also took the liberty of adding on scrap ply trim to help minimize water entry. The other door (to the left) was in much better shape, so it go de-prioritized.
Once the window was installed and trimmed in, i eventually repainted everything to make it look as intentional as possible.
somehow i was digging through some old files and found some funnies…
Jeeves, my 2006 mkv gti.
Haus Wynbrook in various states of disarray – i looks like i was JUST about to commence “Operation Carpet Bagger” and remove that wonderfully terrible pink stuff.
Fridgeface! AND a terribly stocked fridge; Chicken broth, bagels, eggs, cheese, potatoes, condiments and OJ. Yeah, a guy house.
Here began the flooring process, once the trenches were dug and i had trucked in enough large gravel to bring the ground back to level. Pro-sumer Tip: tiny gravel is easy to move and shovel but doesnt provide the best drainage options, while large gravel is a pain the legs, butt, lower back, upper back, arms and neck to move but provides much better drainage.
Raw wood, & soon to be floor. Everything used under the ply was Pressure Treated (PT).
The floor before framing.
You can see how far out the sump pit was pushed by the footers, which meant that the vertical portion of the plumbing is a good 24×24 off of the corner, and floating in the room. Yay.
Joists are in, and test fit for ply truth.
So thankfully, we had Sir Christopher Von Doiron to help us out, and he came through with perhaps the best idea ive heard in a long time. At the time, we had approximately a half-ton of rubble left (after maybe 5 similarly sized loads to the dump), and we had just finished the cross members. He goes, “Hey, lets use these chunks to support the low spots, and when thats done, lets just fill in the gaps until there its all gone! No ones going to see it, right?”
I think both my father and i about dropped our jaws at the shear awesomeness of this genius and his genius ideas. I may in fact still owe him a beer for those very words uttered that very day.
29 July 2014 /
So I had to go out to get a “strap wrench” on Sunday, and I saw these tables for sale out front.
So I snapped some shots and, immediately upon my return, I dug through my various scrap piles, and compiled all the best long pieces I had, took some measurements and I was off. Did a quick google search for a basic template to follow, and was able to make the entire table in a day! Later that night, six of us ate of it with no size issues, although the middle of the bench was a bit saggy, so I’ll brace that at some point. And nothing is sealed so it’s vulnerable as well.
Nate at NGP hooked up my homie Hassan with a set of their house brand Coilovers, so we spent Saturday putting them in. I’m still sore.
sketch, based on a graphic i saw in a mag. nice layers on this one.
generic university logos.
So i rented a jack hammer and went to town on the “slab” in the garage. And by slab, i mean what appeared to be puddles of cement eons of previous owners decided to fill in, two bags at a time, one poor job at a time. The result? Algae-bloom style amorphous shaped areas of incongruous and sometimes not touching cement that varied in depth from 1/2 to 6″, and made of clearly different types of cement (some pinker than others, some more polished-stone based, some mostly gray, etc). ANYways, for a “slab” that didnt even cover the entire floor – oh yeah, they had never finished – it made impressive amounts of rubble.
This is where we buried the Pharaoh.
So after clearing all that out, we began work on the trench system. One of the problems with where the garage was located was that water seemed to come in from all directions. Well, ok, other than the roof, but honestly, it even came up from the floor. So we decided an interior french drain would be the key, but it still needed to be abel to get out, so we also added in a Sump Pump. The photos below are from before we a) discovered we would need one and b) actually dug out everything to accommodate that small monstrosity, although the last shot of my dad tugging on the line (thats actually tied to the truck behind him) is of the last rock in our way for the sump pit. That baby was about 2 feet down, and perfectly intersected into the space we needed for the pit, so its excavation was in order. It was such a heavy menace, tying it to the truck and backing it out was the only way two grown men could figure how to get this guy out.
A customer needed to be convinced, and we needed a mobile example of how CNC + LED can make awesome.
Some weeks ago, after attacking the house a number of times just generally cleaning and organizing, I compressed what remained off our brown box collection to be 10 full boxes instead of 25 halfies. This opened up the basement for me to store all the garages contents worth keeping which, after 720 loads, thankfully fit down there.
After that, the task was to bring the shell back to studs which meant…. DEMO TIME! Hey battabatta, suh-WING!
These are the after shots, with all the denailed wood in responsible little piles!
So I’m really like LEDs lately, partially because of how low power they are, and partially because of how tiny they are. The top one is a sample for a client and the second was an award for a local corvette club, featuring the new C7 logo.
I live in Baltimore. Which means south of the mason-dixon. Which means I live in The South. And that’s what my dang bumper looked like. REdiculous.
Just a few of the projects I’ve done lately.
Yeah… So, yeah. I’m that late with this stuff. Just had loads going on with the move; the joke has moved from ‘where’s that thing?’ to ‘oh I know, it’s in a brown box downstairs – which one? I have NO clue.’
Here are some Christmas hilarity shots featuring my epic new Duluth Trading Co shirt, deep frying a turkey, and dinner with heids parents and some friends.
Maggie & Nika, co-chillen.
So Heid & I bought a house and one of the selling points was it’s stand alone garage – aka, FUTURE AWESOME WORKSHOP!
But like all good projects & great plays, it’s all about staging. The above shots are from right after the move, when we just tossed all my wood and odds n ends in there until the house got better organized, so that the mess the basement would be partially relieved. Eventually all that junk would end up back in the basement when work commenced on the workshop it self, I’m just behind on posting.
It’s always fun to randomly find your stuff when your not expecting it – well, that is if it’s pleasing. Here’s a little design I did for a Dominican barbershop a few years ago, I stumbled across it on one of the last night’s we were still at Bouldin street. Not going to win any awards, but just clean and, of course, Bodoni.