Some years ago I heard George Carlin doing a rant on "Stuff." He maintained that we all had too much of it. It's true though that we have a lot more than our ancestors, and of course, there comes the need to store it. And up here that means a garage - and as big a one as you can get.
The garage we inherited when we bought this house was quite modest - it was built in 1946. But a few years ago we had it extended. Incidentally, in order to do this we had 13 inspections by the building department. Thirteen? That's the subject for another post, or even a tirade, I think.
However, we now have a garage which is actually sufficient for our needs, but it needs a bit of creativity to pack it full. This means both motorcycles, both cars, several bikes, and a snow blower. The luck of it is that it's not a double garage in the fullest meaning of the word; more like two garages next to each other.
I've often thought that if there were only men living on the earth, we would all have just enormous garages.