My first garage was an asbestos metal framed damp pig hole. but it gave birth to a beautiful MG midget. My next house move was to a smaller garage which gave birth to nothing other than a divorce.
My next move was an integral garage which was a bit wider and spawned a TR. Then I met with my new partner and we gave birth to a Healey 3000, another TR6 and then we moved. We built an extension which housed both cars and then I ran out of room..
We moved into the sticks and I got a double garage that was just big enough for the two cars but nothing else.. I then built a 24 foot square wooden garage which produced issue in the form of:
A digger. two land rovers 1947 and 1958, Cortina 1600e with stage 1 tuned engine and my beloved Maserati 4.7 Indy... Then the daughter got old enough to realise she was miles away from the centre of attention and it was decided that the wife also was missing the attraction of Meadowhall shopping and a local sainsburys.. it was decided not by me I may add that we should move... heart break hell..
I insisted I would not move unless I had the minimum of a double garage.
We moved to a smaller house in a posh part of town which soaked up most of the equity we had gained but at least it had a double garage.. but along the way I had to sell most of my collection of cars as there was just no room.
Bang went the landrovers and the cortina, bang went the Tr6 and the Healey.. and lastly bye bye to my Indy which was a bit too big to fit in the garage.
The things we do for love. Daughter happy wife pleased.. me depressed as hell.. no classics to coddle.. then came a scimitar {dont be sick} it was a mistaken buy on flea bay.. I hated the thing but rebuilt it anyway.
Then one day I discovered the true car of my restoration dreams. a 240Z... rusty almost and dead, just about salvageable.. I dragged it kicking and screaming back to a stage where It is now just about ready to put back together and paint...
My story of garage's is long and eventful.. My garage is a place of restful relaxation, quiet reflection on some days and others it's a hive of industry and creation. without it I think I would have succumbed to the pressures of life. I am in there most mornings before i set of for work. My garage above all is a place to escape to.. to be me.
I hope that you find yours a similar place.