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.
Every house I’ve purchased, 4 so far, has not had a garage. I had a carport at the condo, but it didn’t really fill the need. And so the time has come to build a place to store vehicles, toys, lawn and garden equipment, tools, sporting goods, trash, recycling, spare furniture, old clothes. A place to work on cars, a place to work on projects, a place to be creative with tools and materials. And this garage is going to have plenty of places to “hang out” as you’ll see when I post some designs.