It’s finally here, my new house, and with it (most importantly) is my new garage! I was adamant from day one that this garage was going to be a shrine to my bike. A clean, healthy environment with a red painted floor, white walls a ‘clean’ workbench, a ‘dirty’ bench and a kettle – not to mention a PC of some sort. But the inevitable has happened and I’ve succumbed to the ‘we don’t have enough space’ argument from my wife – so now the back of my garage is cluttered with gardening things, a table and chairs, two bikes we never use, some gardening implements which frankly (although my wife assures me they’re not) look like something I’ve seen in medieval war films.
So now my pristine garage does have a red floor (already scratched), it does have white walls, and it does have all my shelves patiently waiting for me to stock them with bike parts, sprays and oils. What it doesn’t have is a work bench or room to work on the bike in the dry and warm – it also doesn’t have enough light, but I can’t get around to that until the crap is cleared into a shed and I can get at the consumer box.
What we do to keep our wives as well as our bikes.
