Some people get away with it. They come across a sweet deal on a new automotive project, they jump on it. They jump on it and they bring it home and – perhaps worst of all – they have room for it. We are not all so fortunate.
I’ve heard it said that a clean garage is a sign of a sick mind. Maybe so, but I don’t think it’s necessarily sick or twisted to expect to be able to find the tools and parts you need when you need them! This has been my struggle recently as I complete an unplanned engine swap on my 92 Galant VR4.
A little over a month ago, I lost my turbo. A metal sleeve or ring of some sort in the exhaust manifold gave out, blocked the turbine inlet, and the damn thing kinda cooked itself. The car was undriveable. Upon replacing the turbocharger, the head developed some kind of outrageous noise and I spent three weeks troubleshooting it before I decided it was just time to get a truck.
Now, since I don’t have room for 5 Beemers, 2 Fords, a Merc and 4 other vehicles in my driveway, I decided to sell the 92 GVR4 to make room for the new daily driver, an 89 Dodge Raider (aka: Mitsubishi Pajero). I have a 2-car garage, but the 91 GVR4 in it is almost completely disassembled, taking up all the space and my wife has made it clear she will NOT be parking her Juke on the street.
Back and Forth.
As you can see in the pictures, it’s getting a little crowded in my garage. What you can’t really see is the the makeshift tool bench I’ve made out of the trunk lid of the black, 91 Galant parked in the garage. When I was troubleshooting the grey Galant, having all the tools right there was super convenient… until I was working at the front of the garage and needed something.
I’ve got 14mm deep socket on my ratchet and a ratcheting 14mm box wrench sitting on a kitty litter tote right next to me, but I really need a standard 14mm box wrench to break torque on something. Off I go to the far end of the garage to find it. When I get back, I realize I need a bracket that’s probably in a box in the trunk of the black car. Yeah, no. Not happening.
Next thing I know, I’ve spent an hour drinking beer and sulking while Slayer’s “Exile” (NSFW – lyrics) blares in the background, cursing my own flagrant stupidity, before I remember I neatly organized pieces I planned to re-use in the trunk of the grey Galant in the driveway. Facepalm.
Back to the Future.
I am getting sick of my nightmare of a garage, let me tell you. Bit by bit, a little every other evening or so after work, that engine above is going back together and will be getting installed in the 92 collecting dust in the driveway (behind the 91 collecting dust in the garage, ironically). This is the sort of stuff we have to deal with until we score the Mega Fort.
- Have you struggled getting rid of one vehicle in order to get another one?
- Is a clean garage a sign of a sick mind? How sick are you, friend?