Notes from the VP’s Clean-Hands Garage. In last month’s newsletter you may remember me bemoaning the fact that one of the expectations from the club’s President and Vice President is a contribution to each month’s newsletter to assist in the edification or amusement of our membership and whomever else finds themselves reading it. My title for this month’s contribution occurred to me as a result of signing a new lease on a storage space over on 51’ St Street. The is the same physical location that some club stalwarts helped me move my blue TR-3 into in March of 2016; along with a considerable quantity of parts and other materials that some might refer to as junk, or “rubbish” if you want a more British term. The car had to be pushed at the time of the move, as I had barely time to get it in rolling condition before the end of a 30 day notice to vacate. I got it running after that experience, and promised myself that I would never do any work in the new location that can’t be done in before returning it to the storage unit. All of the “parts” have been moved to my attic so I am not vulnerable to another storage change crisis.