Welcome to the Garage!
I’ve known some good garages in my life. Of course there’s my dad’s garage in Michigan where I learned not only how to use tools, but the consequences of not putting them away (or worse, losing them). I have some very fuzzy memories of my Uncle Jim’s Citco station and a clear recolection of his motorcycle/snomobile shop from a few years later. Uncle Phil was a tool & die maker at Whirpool Corporation and his shop (the "Wops Nest") always had a machinist’s neatness about it, not to mention a party room with a small television, couches, and refridgerator.