I’m Starting To Suffer From Feelings Of Garage Inadequacy
I love my garage. No, I love any garage. That’s because, until I bought my first house at age 26, I never had one. And unless you’ve been a garageless gearhead, you will never fully appreciate having four solid walls, a roof, and a roll-up door inside which you can keep your precious projects. As a teenager, I worked on my back in a gravel driveway. Straight dirt would’ve been less pokey on the back, but with all the rain and snow we got, it would’ve turned into a mud bog. Stuff that takes more than one day to wrap up? Better bring that project inside the house, or it’ll get all dirty and rusty. My brother built a small-block Chevy with iron heads for his Camaro in our mom’s…