As the garage was now entirely filled with Cobra bits – meaning I couldn’t park the M3 in there or get to the pit to give both cars a much-needed service – and since my Dad had a week off work, he offered to come up for a couple of days and build me a contraption to help out.

So, one day of work later while I plied him with tea, and then a half hour of heaving between us (and a chain hoist) and we had the body up on a new home complete with wheels so everything can be moved around the garage as necessary. Although I’ll need a long pair of steps if I want to do anything in the body itself 😉

The results:

Oh .. ignore the strimmer, it’s entirely unrelated to the Cobra…