The Pea Project – Part 3: Improvised, Not Perfect

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                     The paint wasn’t even properly dry and we carried straight on. Interior build. For now we skipped insulation completely. Same with a roof vent and side windows — mainly because of time, not because we suddenly decided we don’t need them. Quite the opposite. But for the first trip they weren’t life-or-death items. At that moment, two things were non-negotiable: a bed and a kitchen. Let’s start with the bed. Somewhere, there was a slatted bed base lying around. Naturally not one that fit the van. But it was far too big for its new job — which made it the perfect starting point. Four hours of sawing, drilling and swearing later, everything fit that previously… didn’t. What was still missing was the mattress. And that turned out to be less trivial than expected. Because the bed isn’t a standard size, we had to improvise. A custom mattress will come later — once we’ve given the whole “bed concept” the green li...
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Project Marrakesh – Part 3: The Pickup

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Project Marrakesh

 

  

 

 

Once all the formalities around the purchase were done, the next step was obvious: pick it up.
But, as life likes to remind you, anything that’s supposed to become good and great doesn’t come gift-wrapped.
Not this Porsche either.

The car wasn’t waiting nicely in a garage, ready to be collected. Of course not.
It was parked behind the house, round the corner, separated by a long and impressively narrow driveway. This wasn’t going to be a simple “wake it up and drive away” situation. And an “automotive C-section” was also off the table.

So there was only one option: push, swear, pull, steer, suffer.
At least in theory.

First, the tyres needed air — and ideally they’d keep it.
And somehow, miraculously: they did. Round, firm, ready. A small win, but an important one.

Then came the moving part. And this is where everything that had only been hinted at before arrived properly — just with significantly more swearing. Twenty-five years of standing still had done its work. The brakes were completely seized. So there was no way around it:

Wheels off.
Brake fluid out.
Calipers off.
Bolt after bolt after bolt.

Two hours of focused work later, we had it: the Porsche was free — and technically rollable.

Technically.

Because then the next problem introduced itself: the ignition barrel was stuck, and the steering lock refused to allow anything resembling steering. Straight ahead? Sure. Round the corner? Not a chance.

So: pray, swear, threaten it with violence — and finally give it a healthy dose of WD-40.
And then… click. The lock gives in. The car is free.

All that was left was the last step: load it onto the trailer and bring it home.

And that part?

Strangely, almost suspiciously… easy.

Project Marrakesh – Part 3 of 8

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