I’ve got a nice shop. I used to have a great one under my house in Portland, but when we moved our new home only had a one car garage with what looks like a bomb shelter under it–concrete ceiling seven feet high. I rented warehouse space for my tools and toys but there was no room to work–especially since I was also running a business from part of the space. So when a light industrial building came available as a bank foreclosure I snapped it up.
It took a little demolition to clear the shop space, there were massive concrete structures for mounting big machinery in the way. I stupidly jackhammered them out myself. I may be 68 but I still think I’m 19. I also painted the place, which meant a lot of time spent on a scissor lift–the ceilings are 30′ high. I replaced all the sodium lamps with LED parking lot lamps. Nice light, instant on instead of ten-minute warmup, and 55 watts for similar lumens instead of 500 for each lamp. Then I installed the lift and the cabinet, by myself. I swear I’m an idiot when it comes to hiring help. Then I did a little decorating. Here’s the result.
Yeah, I put the car body up there myself. I’m consistently idiotic.