Hello all. Been a member for a while now but I don't really post much. Guess it would be good to sort of reintroduce myself briefly before I start posting about the garage I am building.
So OK first, just a little background. My name is Greg. I'm currently 47 years old, married, (Amy, 11 years) two boys 9 (Jake) and 5 (Jesse). Life long Gearhead from Lego to BMX to cars. Mopar Man, weekend warrior wanna be drag racer and guy that can do a little of everything. Oh yeah, I'm one of those aged punk rocker/skater types. I play guitar a lot too, mainly loud rock stuff with Gibsons and Marshalls.
Had all sorts of jobs over the years from construction to restaurants to printing and graphics. My last 'trade' type employment was a dealership tech at a Chrysler/Jeep/Hyundai dealer doing powertain. Being a mechanic was pretty much the only thing I ever wanted to be in life. It ended up not working out so well in the end but I am still proud of my time turning wrenches for a living. I am currently in the real estate management business which I took over from my dad. Its a nice position to be in and allows a lot of flexibility. I could never be a corporate guy.
Was born in NYC, but I am basically from Stamford. CT. I but have lived in various places around the Northeast/NYC area for the last 25 years or so. After living in Huntington, NY (Long Island) for almost ten years, we recently moved back to Stamford into the house I grew up in.
That last little bit is kind of a story in itself. Before he died last August, my dad had been living here since 1998 when he bought the house from my mom. I won't get into specifics, but let's just say he didn't take very good care of the place while he was here and that's being generous.
In February 2016, (Valentine's Day) CT experienced one of the coldest days in 100 years. My dad was in Florida at the time so the house was empty but he generally left the heat on when he'd stay down there for a while. He had gotten an oil delivery right before the cold blast and apparently some sludge had gotten stirred up from he bottom of the storage tank which wound up in the lines to the burner. You can image what happened next...
Once the heat kicked off, the pipes froze which caused the base boards on both sides of the house to burst. The water kept pumping which destroyed the house to the point of it needing to be gutted to the studs. Apparently this is a more common occurrence for older houses in colder climates than you'd think. Regardless, it was a total loss.
If you can picture it, the second floor ceiling sheet rock was soaked to the point of being able to put your fingers in it and pull it down from the rafters. And once the water stopped pumping out of the tank, it all froze. My neighbor called me on that Sunday at around 6 PM to tell me there were 'some issues' at the house that I need to look into. When I got there the next morning, there was more ice inside than out. It was insane.
Ever See Niagara Falls in Winter?
So OK first, just a little background. My name is Greg. I'm currently 47 years old, married, (Amy, 11 years) two boys 9 (Jake) and 5 (Jesse). Life long Gearhead from Lego to BMX to cars. Mopar Man, weekend warrior wanna be drag racer and guy that can do a little of everything. Oh yeah, I'm one of those aged punk rocker/skater types. I play guitar a lot too, mainly loud rock stuff with Gibsons and Marshalls.
Had all sorts of jobs over the years from construction to restaurants to printing and graphics. My last 'trade' type employment was a dealership tech at a Chrysler/Jeep/Hyundai dealer doing powertain. Being a mechanic was pretty much the only thing I ever wanted to be in life. It ended up not working out so well in the end but I am still proud of my time turning wrenches for a living. I am currently in the real estate management business which I took over from my dad. Its a nice position to be in and allows a lot of flexibility. I could never be a corporate guy.
Was born in NYC, but I am basically from Stamford. CT. I but have lived in various places around the Northeast/NYC area for the last 25 years or so. After living in Huntington, NY (Long Island) for almost ten years, we recently moved back to Stamford into the house I grew up in.
That last little bit is kind of a story in itself. Before he died last August, my dad had been living here since 1998 when he bought the house from my mom. I won't get into specifics, but let's just say he didn't take very good care of the place while he was here and that's being generous.
In February 2016, (Valentine's Day) CT experienced one of the coldest days in 100 years. My dad was in Florida at the time so the house was empty but he generally left the heat on when he'd stay down there for a while. He had gotten an oil delivery right before the cold blast and apparently some sludge had gotten stirred up from he bottom of the storage tank which wound up in the lines to the burner. You can image what happened next...
Once the heat kicked off, the pipes froze which caused the base boards on both sides of the house to burst. The water kept pumping which destroyed the house to the point of it needing to be gutted to the studs. Apparently this is a more common occurrence for older houses in colder climates than you'd think. Regardless, it was a total loss.
If you can picture it, the second floor ceiling sheet rock was soaked to the point of being able to put your fingers in it and pull it down from the rafters. And once the water stopped pumping out of the tank, it all froze. My neighbor called me on that Sunday at around 6 PM to tell me there were 'some issues' at the house that I need to look into. When I got there the next morning, there was more ice inside than out. It was insane.

Ever See Niagara Falls in Winter?





I can actually see a building form our property that did not need a permit and it is bigger than our shop.