I’m afraid I’ve gone boring. You may call it a third-life crisis, but I have found myself questioning the contents of my garage more and more. Come March, I feel a spring clean is due, and some of my beloved cars and bikes might find their way to the classifieds – but which ones?
I’ll preface this article by acknowledging what a nice problem this is to have. Over the years, I have been able to amass and restore a collection of quirky little cars and bikes, curated to my very specific taste. It’s odd trying to explain it to non-car people, who go wide-eyed at my mention of owning seven vehicles, instantly imagining me as this supercar collector, when the truth is that my unit looks less like a show garage than a cabinet of curiosities.
But the cabinet is overflowing. Not only do I live in an apartment, with no driveway or real garage space, but I also happened to marry someone who suffers from the same affliction. Together we make up a 14-vehicle household, which feels ridiculous even to type, and though we rent a unit on a local farm, trying to store them all feels a lot like throwing another plastic container into a cluttered kitchen cupboard and closing the door as fast as possible before it all comes tumbling down.
