mvusse
Well-known member
First some history:
My last house had a 24x24 attache garage as well as a 24x32 detached in the back yard. The house sat on 4 lots, so there was lots of space.
Then my wife left me, I was forced to sell the house, and bought the only house I could afford after the divorce pretty much cleaned me out. I now owned a 1910 fixer upper on a single lot without a garage, but it was a roof over my head and it had (some) potential.
About 5 years ago I decided to build a garage. two years ago I finally pulled the trigger and cut down the tree that was in the way. I then downloaded the zoning ordinance to find out the constraints and started planning. When I had a solid plan I put everything on paper, found the corner stakes of my lot and flagged them, flagged the corners of the proposed garage and called the zoning inspector (and old acquaintance of mine) to see what else I needed to do for my permit. He looked at the yard, looked through my stack of paperwork, and thanked me for doing his job for him. Money exchanged hands and I had my permit.
Now the work started. Stretched a string between the flags, painted lines in the grass following the strings, borrowed a friend's backhoe and started digging. Counterweight in the front bucked helped a lot.
I figured if I could get the footer, foundation and floor done before winter set in I should be able to go to town as soon as winter broke. So two days of digging later I brought the machine back to it's owner, started on a materials list and kicked myself (hard) for a little oversight. The lines I painted marked the OUTSIDE of the garage, not the center of the walls.
So then I spent three weeks with a shovel digging the trenches out another 4 inches on the inside. Before I could get anything else done winter happened.
My last house had a 24x24 attache garage as well as a 24x32 detached in the back yard. The house sat on 4 lots, so there was lots of space.
Then my wife left me, I was forced to sell the house, and bought the only house I could afford after the divorce pretty much cleaned me out. I now owned a 1910 fixer upper on a single lot without a garage, but it was a roof over my head and it had (some) potential.
About 5 years ago I decided to build a garage. two years ago I finally pulled the trigger and cut down the tree that was in the way. I then downloaded the zoning ordinance to find out the constraints and started planning. When I had a solid plan I put everything on paper, found the corner stakes of my lot and flagged them, flagged the corners of the proposed garage and called the zoning inspector (and old acquaintance of mine) to see what else I needed to do for my permit. He looked at the yard, looked through my stack of paperwork, and thanked me for doing his job for him. Money exchanged hands and I had my permit.
Now the work started. Stretched a string between the flags, painted lines in the grass following the strings, borrowed a friend's backhoe and started digging. Counterweight in the front bucked helped a lot.
I figured if I could get the footer, foundation and floor done before winter set in I should be able to go to town as soon as winter broke. So two days of digging later I brought the machine back to it's owner, started on a materials list and kicked myself (hard) for a little oversight. The lines I painted marked the OUTSIDE of the garage, not the center of the walls.
So then I spent three weeks with a shovel digging the trenches out another 4 inches on the inside. Before I could get anything else done winter happened.

