Well, I did drop by and got as far as the front door. But stopped there as I heard some vicious barking from several dogs behind that thin barrier of wood you would call a door.
I think I will wait till a good time and drive my 220SL there and show the owner what can happen to his car in capable hands.
And nah, Johnny, this one will keep it's gas engine in there. Maybe put one of pagoda starved wannabes in touch with the owner and hopefully get a good german Spaten beer out of the deal.
Walter
1967 220SL-diesel