|"ode to my garage...||gregg|
May 10, 2002 11:48 AM
|...oh, how I will miss thee. Your usefulness far outweighs your size."
For several reasons, I will be moving from a nice 2 bedroom duplex with 1 car garage to a cozy 2 bedroom apartment soon.
It is the right thing to do, but of all that we are leaving, the garage will be sorely missed. I squeezed as much as possible in that little place, and it has always served me well.
I have no idea what I'm going to do with the bikes. I suppose I'll have to invest in one of those indoor racks, but nothing will ever replace the convenience of that little garage.
|re: "ode to my garage...||Miklos|
May 10, 2002 12:12 PM
|Looks more like you will need several racks! Thats a lot of bikes in a one car garage, yet you can still squeeze in the Nissan. Creative stacking.
|I'll take the Surly off his hands! -nm||SnowBlind|
May 10, 2002 12:17 PM
|no way! that's the latest addition!||gregg|
May 10, 2002 12:45 PM
|haven't even had a chance to finish putting it together yet. I love that green, it's so ugly.|
|no way! that's the latest addition!||SnowBlind|
May 11, 2002 8:28 PM
|DOn't worry, I am going to turn my Bianchi Veloce into a fixed.
Even uglier green, so you're safe.
|wow gregg -||lonefrontranger|
May 10, 2002 12:32 PM
|glad to see we're not the only ones who use the "saddle-over-the-rafters" approach! Cheap, simple and efficient use of space.
OTOH, our 2-car garage with workbench is almost too big (rule: the more space you have, the more crap you buy to throw in it). I'd e-mail you our extra space if I could.
|one day I'll have a 2 car garage...one day (nm)||gregg|
May 10, 2002 12:46 PM
|Cue Ahimsa wringing his hands and sporting a sinister grin...||Ahimsa|
May 10, 2002 12:54 PM
|"Soon my two and a half plus attic garage will be complete! Then it will all be mine! Mine! MINE!"
A. (Soon my babies...soon we will have a home.)
|You sinister land shark! Rub it in mister Midas||AllisonHayes|
May 10, 2002 1:49 PM
|I suppose you are now going to offer to rent some of your hectares-of-a-garage to Gregg at some come-on fee and then raise it to some exhorbitant amount that even a sheik couldn't afford. And when he misses the payment, wham, you'll have Greg in court so fast he won't know what hit him, then, of course, you'll confiscate every single one of his bikes. Everything perfectly legal for certain. Poor Greggy. I am on to your scam, baby! |
You sure cooked up a brilliant scheme this time!
|You are part right...||Ahimsa|
May 10, 2002 1:57 PM
|There are sheiks, lawsuits and exorbitant amounts of money involved, but no bikes or "Greggy" at this time.
A. (Somebody...put somethin'...somebody put somethin'in my drink...)
May 10, 2002 3:10 PM
|Dunno 'bout THAT||grzy|
May 10, 2002 2:02 PM
|>OTOH, our 2-car garage with workbench is almost too big (rule: the more space you have, |
the more crap you buy to throw in it). I'd e-mail you our extra space if I could.
You just need to be more organized and throw crap away regularly. I'm cramped in my four car garage - admittedly I have two cars in there..... I've also go a fleet of bikes, a slew of tools, landscaping implements, and solid shelving and work benches. Then there's the basics like woodstove, 'fridge, cable TV, stereo, service panel, and the sink. At 900 square feet it's bigger than some peoples houses. Most people use their garages as part of some strange denial/avoidance disorder - they're denying that they've been avoiding that trip to the dump. To me it's my sanctuary - wifey has ask permission to enter, just like I do to enter the house.
My ideal living space would be a cool old aircraft hanger with an apartment up at the mezzanine level. That way I could go straight from working on things to bed or eat. Boats, bikes, cars, airplanes and machine tools would all fit nicely inside. Wife says over her dead body before this happens. I'm sure going to miss her. ;-b
|gee, grz you need to move out here:||lonefrontranger|
May 10, 2002 2:33 PM
|There's an "airpark" planned community about 3 miles from our house, on a regular ride route of ours. Couple hundred homes on 5 acres apiece, each with their own attached hangar.
My SO and I have often wondered how cool it would be to have a 2500 square foot house attached to the many-thousand square feet of combination hangar, RV storage, 3-car garage and workshop that all of these houses seem to have. Driveway in the front, runway in the rear.
Oh, but that would kill your landscaping plans, wouldn't it? I don't think those folks are allowed to let their trees get above a certain height, since each hangar connects to a taxi strip out back that joins into the main runway.
Oh, and it's not MY crap. Given the choice every bloody thing in there besides ski equipment, bike equipment and the associated tools, the car and the lawnmower would go to the dump. It's HIS crap that's the problem. He has some queer attachment to things like college freshman level chemistry books, endless boxes of design school projects, old broken lawn furniture and several hideous pieces of "antique" (merely crappy IMO) furniture that his mother gave him that I just cannot fathom.
|true d'at....I stay out of the kitchen, she stays out of the...||gregg|
May 10, 2002 3:17 PM
|...garage. My garage (be it ever so humble) is my domain, my refuge, my place of peace.
She pokes her head in to check on me and asks, "What're you doin' out here?" My reply EVERY time, "oh...nothing."
|solution: store them in tennessee||JS Haiku Shop|
May 10, 2002 1:20 PM
|I have some space. those wouldn't be 56-58 cm frames, would they? i swear, ups only takes a day--two at the outside--to ship them back to you by request.
ps. my "boston baked bean brown" steamroller is lonely. your "bug guts green" crosscheck would really lift her spirits.
|56-58? Definitely not, more like 44-46!!||gregg|
May 10, 2002 3:22 PM
|with all the funky compact sizing, people will think I'm a midget (well, Spirito already does)! I'm just glad they make compact road frames. I'd HATE to have to ride 650c.
Did you replace the saddle on your crosscheck? I think that will be the first thing to go...the stock one looks like it came off of a Kmart bike!
|blahblahblah....you cats can keep your garage's......||Spirito|
May 10, 2002 4:46 PM
|'coz anything that i love stays in my bedroom. all the sexy bits for inspiration and all the action goes down in the same room.
fat chance would i consider moving to the boondocks or anywhere that doesnt have a openly flamboyent trannie's, every restaurant imaginable and the biggest population to check out my sexy cycling duds while cutting my stuff outside on the street. suburbia can wait - this cats still swingin and ready to live and feel alive and be a part of it.
and dont start with me on suburban trannie's - i did say openly (but i will concede there are more than one ways to skin a cat).
what sort of cyclists do you call yourself when if you were to wake up in a panic you dont have all your loves within sight? my bikes are not a recreation but a way of life and are alway with me. the last thing i see before i sleep and the first when i wake up. yes my sheets are washed in phil woods finest.
youll all end up as what radical ron was so smartly parodying.......quitters and out of touch malcontents!
ciao...spirito (permanently singing "born to be alive" and other disco classics that are a little hazy to the memory)
|Hah! The words of a lone male.||Ahimsa|
May 10, 2002 5:39 PM
|Know you not of the comforts of a man's home and family.
Allow me to paint a picture of a Sunday morning at my 100 year old downtown four square...
I read my book barefoot and comfortably attired on a huge red leather sofa with my snow white german shepherd at my feet like a polar bear skin rug. My adoring wife makes shitake, swiss, and spinach frittatas for two and brings them to me on vintage china with fresh melon and imported chai tea. The orange cinnamon buns (not my wifes buttocks, actual sweet buns) sit warming on the silver pro dual fuel range in our remodeled kitchen.
The birds sing simple sugary melodies in the trees outside. Those same trees that shadow the garage in progress that will house my tools, my spare time, and my metal horses: Hell, Bloo, Bungle, and Gemini.
I listen to "Reader's Digest's Romantic Music from Far Away Places" vinyl box set circa 1970 on the Hi-Fi, and think about which antique store or junk shop I might browse today in search of a black Easter Island moai mug to grace my basement Tiki lounge (complete with glowing volcano).
I remember fondly those halcyon days of single life and apartments. Of women coming and going (pun intended) with a simple rythm that accompanied my steady drum beat drinking habit like an upright bass.
Would I revisit those days for a laugh? Sure. But leave this paradise of comfort and nonchalant grace that is the post modern man's equivalent of a quiet peacetime kingship? Never.
I envy your freedom Spirito, I have tasted it many times, but understand that my kingdom was built on the knowledge that in order to possess it, I must give up some of what you cherish. It was worth it.
A. (Maybe we could switch lives for a day. Satisfy both my taste for a sample of the past, and your introduction into the palace of contentment. At the very least you can stop by for a Mai Tai.)
|switch for a day, huh?.....got a pic of the missus? ;-) Nm||Spirito|
May 10, 2002 8:11 PM
|looks like my living room||peloton|
May 10, 2002 5:28 PM
|I miss my garage. My living room looks like where sports equipment goes to die.|| |