I had already filled up my oversized three car garage with three cars, my racing kart and a utility trailer when I decided that I wanted another car. I didn't want to leave any of the cars outside so I started looking at places for off-site car storage. But the places that were convenient to me were these full service storage places for high-end cars that were climate controlled, they washed the cars, kept them on battery tenders, etc. and they were expensive, like $300/mo. Plus you couldn't work on your car there.
So I thought to myself, for that kind of money each month, me and some of my other car buddies who had the same problem should go in together and buy a place that we could all share. A bunch of guys thought that was a great idea so the search was on.
It took a couple of months, but then I found a place right in my neighborhood. It looked really rough on the outside, but it was structurally sound and priced so that I could buy it on my own. After a fairly painful negotiation process, it was mine!
I now owned 4,000 ft2 of totally free span garage space. The possibilities seemed endless. It had electricity and AC/heat, but no running water or bathroom (that will become important in the story later).
After about two days I realized that owning a warehouse is like owning a pickup truck… all of your friends are going to want to use it.
So that was the start of the club house phase. A bunch of my friends started keeping their cars there and it became a place where any particular weekend there’d be somebody over there working on a car or two.
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