It was a dark and stormy night...
OK, that's not really where this story starts. Many seasons ago, my wife and I sought a new residence with a bit more space. We, being of modest means, were fortunate to find the perfect house with a three-car garage on a quiet cul-de-sac. We were sold, and quickly placed that word across the realtor sign in the yard.
The listing noted the garage featured "custom built-in cabinets." I thought the use of "custom" might be a reach, like the difference between "hand-crafted" and "homemade." There were, indeed, cabinets. What was not mentioned was the use of extension cords instead of wiring to code and a maintenance strategy that apparently oscillated between "cut it off and leave it" and "it doesn't need fixing."
While the garage had some odd features, there were bright spots. It already had insulated sectional garage doors. The concrete was in good shape. Et cetera.
All in all, it was the blank canvas I wanted. My renovation of our previous garage was limited mostly to paint and posters. This time, I had a more comprehensive vision.
I suggested to my wife that the garage should be the first area of our fixer-upper where we do some fixing-upping. My rationale was that completing the garage would establish our storage space there and simplify organizing the rest of the house.
That was complete BS and my wife pretended to buy it. Thus agreed, I started making plans for the garage.
So, the story of Schnitzel's showroom really starts last summer with Phase 1: Demolition.
OK, that's not really where this story starts. Many seasons ago, my wife and I sought a new residence with a bit more space. We, being of modest means, were fortunate to find the perfect house with a three-car garage on a quiet cul-de-sac. We were sold, and quickly placed that word across the realtor sign in the yard.
The listing noted the garage featured "custom built-in cabinets." I thought the use of "custom" might be a reach, like the difference between "hand-crafted" and "homemade." There were, indeed, cabinets. What was not mentioned was the use of extension cords instead of wiring to code and a maintenance strategy that apparently oscillated between "cut it off and leave it" and "it doesn't need fixing."
While the garage had some odd features, there were bright spots. It already had insulated sectional garage doors. The concrete was in good shape. Et cetera.
All in all, it was the blank canvas I wanted. My renovation of our previous garage was limited mostly to paint and posters. This time, I had a more comprehensive vision.
I suggested to my wife that the garage should be the first area of our fixer-upper where we do some fixing-upping. My rationale was that completing the garage would establish our storage space there and simplify organizing the rest of the house.
So, the story of Schnitzel's showroom really starts last summer with Phase 1: Demolition.
First it was Racedeck, then porcelain tile, then floor coating, and the circle began again. Reading Garage Journal and other resources only made matters worse. For every person who sang the praises of Racedeck, there was another who had banished it from their garage in favor of floor coating, and vice versa. For my roughly 520 sq ft garage, the respective costs were not so different as to sway the decision. 

I had a deadline for painting the ceiling so, unfortunately, I didn't have the luxury of doing it all over the weekend during the day. For weeks, I was seeing spots I missed when the light was at the right angle.
I raise my glass to those of you who could build your own house from raw materials if so inclined.

