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.

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.

Again, welcome!