The place rocks. It's vast inside. It'll be no problem to keep two RVs diagonally opposing in here and pull 'em out without disturbing each other. Even so, Linas still has a really long way to go before he's ready to fly, since he's still working on assembling his fuselage.
All of Linas' stuff is on the left as you face into the hangar.
And mine is on the right. I don't have much anymore...I got rid of most of my crap (benches, etc.) when we moved. I kept one decent bench, which is in the back.
In the back of my side is the office and "living" area, and the bathroom.
The bathroom is enclosed and has a fart fan -- although it just vents the nastiness out into the hangar...sucks to be Linas when I pinch a loaf...
Just having water and a bathroom is a humungous step up for me. I practically lived at the hangar all last winter and spring, and I can't tell you how many times I pissed in water bottles because I didn't want to interrupt what I was doing to walk down to the port-a-potty (often in the dark or rain or cold). And "washing" the plane had been done with saved undrank water in water bottles (I was careful not to use the ones I had urinated into...). Now we have a friggin sink and a hose spigot. This rocks!
Linas had some old solid wood office furniture hanging out in his old hangar. The stuff is officially the heaviest furniture known to man. But hey, it's pretty nice stuff. We've got a nice wrap-around office setup. We'll have DSL and wireless networking in here shortly.
This new hangar kicks ass. It's right by taxiway Golf, which significantly shortened my taxi out to 26R and the taxi back in. We have a view of the runway (well, parts of it). And did I mention there's water and a bathroom in here? I'm psyched.