”Honestly man, I think we are too late for this one”
I didn't know it, but the feeling was there. We had fucked around for too long, procrastinated, and not visited. Leeds was too bloody far away for just one, and that was the reason.
‘Lamont’s Garage’ was not the prime target. It was the adjoining house, a time capsule of the finest sort and undisturbed until the TourBus got wind.
Now it had gone quiet. No reports, no photographs, and that could only mean one thing. In any case, we would be paying 'Lamont's Garage' a visit even if it was sealed, occupied, or empty.
It had looked so strange from what I could see via the photographs, like a terraced house but with no interfering Karen's. How did that work?
On arrival, it came very clear to me how one could get inside this 'terraced house' without being noticed. It was far from that, and actually a detached property on its own grounds.
After a quick look around, we climbed the adjoining wall and used the handily placed ladder far side to ease into the grounds of ‘Lamont’s Garage’. It was that easy.
I could see the front door of the house was ajar. The pioneer discoverers had told me it was a precarious climb to get inside.
Surely not that open window on the upper left? I could see scaling the garage, shuffling across via the green drainpipe could be a way, a way too much for me thanks!
We decided to check out the garage area first. I am guessing 'Lamont's Garage' was an independent business that fell on hard times. Having your house next to it has its benefits.
Does that say 'Escort Agency'? Should it be taken literally, or is it a reference to the old Ford Escort?
Lots of shit flung everywhere as far as I could see.
I am not a fan of art but am guessing this is far from an original Puccini.
This was the upper area of the garage. Did they have offices? it looked more like a DIY staging area.
A selection of 'quality' CDs, many still in their shrink-wrap. So bad they didn't want to play them?
I would likely take the CDs after seeing this selection of pure shit. Tony Bennett was the shite that my late father listened to, and 'Billy Don't be a Hero', don't get me started…
It was a little wet in the lower garage area; I could see technical manuals strewn around the floor.
Everything you need to know about timing belts.
… and a pile of those service manuals you generally find in Halfords’ stores.
@lpff couldn’t wait to go inside the house. We followed.
The bad vibes came true in seconds. This was no longer a Time capsule, just an empty shell in poor condition.
Little had been left behind in the kitchen whose décor was from another century.
Memories of some holiday probably in Southern Europe.
I needed a double take of the After Eights box. Was it metal and rusting? I haven’t seen that style in some time, still cardboard and very old. Tasty perhaps?
Look at that carpet, straight out of the seventies when everything was brown and brown was fashionable.
These rooms, recently crammed will stuff were now empty. Some of it had been piled outside and placed in purple bags.
A few things remained; they both looked in decent condition, the tape player especially.
I remember the ‘Fremont’ from Las Vegas.
Some light reading if you want to settle down on the extra hard floor to take a break.
Planks are generally placed there for a reason. Underneath, it could have been a large drop. I was tetchy about walking across it.
It will take more than a little Flash to clean this place up.
What a disappointment the house was, there was still the other part of the garage that someone had ripped open with their bare hands. That was next…
It is a garage, without scenes like this, it wouldn't be genuine. I thoughts the walls might be covered with them.
Now, this was a little more interesting. Whoever cleared out the house, forgot about the garage office section.
It’s quite typical, a board completely covered with reminder notes, some of them covered behind newer reminder notes.
A cheque from 2014 and more of those ‘Halford’s’ service manuals.
'Motor Fleet Insurance' – is this for courtesy cars I wonder? I didn't know dodgy garages such as this supply those to their customers.
Parts are expensive, labour even more so. This a reason I loathe taking my car in for servicing or any kind of work.
I should have rummaged a little more, but we had a huge schedule that day. It was to prove very successful.
I suspect the purple bags contained items from the house. I wasn’t going to go into them and empty them out.
Especially when a slightly opened one revealed horrors such as these. Kershaw's extra cheap meals for one at 99p, Buy 5 and they are even cheaper!
‘Lamont’s Garage’ was somewhat a disappointment. I had that nagging feeling something had happened, and once again we were too late for the prize bounty.
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