Like parkinson's law, where a project will expand to the time alloted for it, garages do the same.
I have a reasonable garage, it's full (the POS company cage sits outside, at least for another 3 weeks until my garden leave finishes...). Garages are not for cars, they're for storage of my precccciooooooooooussssssssss.
I also have space in another garage, but it's not actually a garage, it's like the ultimate bloke space with every tool that could ever be useful. It's also very safe, what with the nice little doggie, and the even nicer gentleman who lives there with his shotgun collection. But, that's out of space as well.
I'm rennovating the loveshack, and as soon as my house is nicely finished, the gixer will be living inside where it's nice and warm, resting apon nice polished floors. Bliss.
So, in answer to your question, I can live without air, world peace, and with Uncle Helen (fucktard), but I couldn't live without bike storage.
Its diametrically opposed to the sanitised existence of the Lemmings around me in the Dilbert Cartoon hell I live in; its life at full volume, perfect colour with high resolution and 10,000 watts of amplification.
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