Besides that stuff, the garage was filled with the sad medical detritus of someone who got old, got sick and died at home. I still have a hospital bed, a wheel chair, a walker, a pair of crutches, and an invalid chair with built in commode
Now, I've had workshop envy for quite a few years now, In fact I tell people that I bought a garage, and Sam got the house, But there was no way my 1960 Chevy Parkwood was going to fit in the garage with the 4 walls of the workshop intact. So, like a bad tooth, it had to come out. It took about 2 hours of grunting and sweating and destruction, but with a little help from Nick we made short work of that wall.