That shop/man cave at the bottom? Usta be a guy in Portland’s Produce Row whose shop looked like that, without all the light. The ol’ fella rebuilt starters, generators, alternators, motors, stuff like that. Didn’t matter what you put in front of him he could take one glance and tell you the make, model, and problem.
There’s a few of those around here and I would fucking love it, but fate (my wife) chose otherwise. A garage big enough to hold the RV, we live in the RV, and no house would also be perfect.
Nah, give me a shower & shitter in the ‘garage’ & I’ll be just fine. Ol’ lady can
have a house across town.
Yes, that property is real and not computer manipulated. I live just about a rifle shot distance from it.
Bets on how long it’d take Phil to fill that fucker completely up?
Sure the guy has time to tinker; he doesn’t have a lawn to mow.
That shop/man cave at the bottom? Usta be a guy in Portland’s Produce Row whose shop looked like that, without all the light. The ol’ fella rebuilt starters, generators, alternators, motors, stuff like that. Didn’t matter what you put in front of him he could take one glance and tell you the make, model, and problem.
It ought to be connected to the house and be a gun room not a garage.
Ten’ll get you ten his workplace is only a few steps away from his house.
There’s a few of those around here and I would fucking love it, but fate (my wife) chose otherwise. A garage big enough to hold the RV, we live in the RV, and no house would also be perfect.
Only problem there is, Fucking Neighbors.