my "shop" sucks right now. it's the garage of the house i live in.
there's my roomate's 1960 Ford Starliner with a blown bottom end and his Harley trike with no motor taking up space, plus his panhead, and my other 2 roommate's harley's, a sportster and a fat boy.
plus a bunch of my bikes, tools, parts, air compressor, junk, etc...
we keep planning on cleaning it up, but never get around to it.
i guess i gotta knock something over and scratch the starliner's new million dollar paint job, and then my roommate will probably do something about it.