Recently, I've acquired a lot of architectural salvage. A neighbor a few houses away from me, who owned 3 waterfront houses, sold his property to a developer who's building condos there. The 3 historic houses, around 110+ yrs old, are being demolished this week. I approached the neighbor several months ago and purchased a lot of the architectural pieces for my house. One of the things purchased were the carriage doors on his historic garage. These are huge, heavy wooden carriage doors with 6 panes of glass on top. They had the original steel tracks and hardware. The method for removal of these was quite comical. Each one weighs a TON! We carefully pulled them down and then put them on a furniture dolly and rolled them down the street, one at a time, at night, in the dark. Most of the neighborhood was watching, trying to figure out what that noise was (furniture dollies are quite loud when traveling down the street).
My garage is a POS built in the 90s from the cheapest materials available. It's total garbage. I've been wanting to rebuild my garage and use the historically accurate siding that garages in my area have. So the more I looked at my neighbor's historic garage, the more I fell in love with it. It was in very good condition, still standing up straight, and solid. I decided to not only take the carriage doors, but the entire garage. Beats paying $5k+ to build a similar one.
But this was no walk in the park. I had less than 5 days to get the entire thing disassembled and relocated before the demo crew showed up. I had just spent 5 days straight working on my house to the point of complete exhaustion. Then I had a 2 day break, and by "break" I mean I went to my normal full time job. Then I started the 5 days of taking more architectural salvage, including this garage, 2 claw foot tubs (one from a 3rd story, one from a 2nd story), and a ton of other stuff.
If you want to know who your real friends are, disassemble a garage. You'll find out real fast. My "friends" who promised to help must be in a coma somewhere because I haven't heard from them since they were supposed to show up on day 1. Fortunately I had real friends that I didn't even know about and they stepped up to the plate. And, as I've stated before, I have the awesomist neighbors on earth and they pitched in and the one next door to the garage let me use his power for the tools. And my 80 year old grandpa helped every day.
One day in the distant future, when I'm done with the serious stuff on my house restoration, I will strip the paint off this garage siding, cut off the bad ends, demo my current POS garage, build this one back up, probably make it deeper and maybe wider, and have a historically accurate garage to match my house. In the meantime, I will pull all the exposed nails from the lumber and stack it neatly, wrapped it in plastic.