In 1971 a friend of my dads was building a hemi for a roadster he hand fabbed in his shop. It was a beautiful car. He decided the shop had too much going on, so he bought bunk beds and put his two boys in one bedroom and built the engine in the other bedroom.
It all went well until they tried to roll it out the door! Had he figured out how to get it out that door, there was two more he had to get through to get out of the house.
So he cut the widow out and put a sliding glass door in there, added a deck and called it good.
His wife was a very unhappy person.