Welcome.
This is the beginning of a series of posts that chronicles the building of my garage.
It all started when I was born. I reached out for a garage instead of the bottle. Since then, I’ve wanted a “GRARGE”. I first became aware of the need for a garage when I moved out of my parents house and suddenly had none. Changing oil on my back in the dirt. Replacing a slave cylinder on a 1985 Nissan 300zx without a jack, in the dirt. I drove around in that car a whole winter without a clutch because I didnt have a garage. I used to put it in first at stop lights and just start it with the clutch out. Luckily the override switch wasn’t working.