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Motor Mouth: Renovated the perfect man cave

A gleaming new cabinets, and a totally organized make up David Booth’s garage. A heavenly man cave by any

A look at David Booth’s cluttered and lifeless one-car before the transformation. It’s no why Booth kept most of his parts hoarded inside his

What motorcycle-obsessed person enjoy this spotless

David Booth builds his garage and cleans up the clutter in the

Since my son, the Basement fled the coop, my living such as it is, has dwindled down to two Oh, I still have ownership of an three-story 1,800+ square luxury townhome (with bathrooms no less). But single man and of habit that I have I have essentially limited to my La-Z-Boy-like reclining chair in the room and a one bedroom/bathroom crash pad

The kitchen, save for a single turned on about once a grows mothballs (or, probably, mold), the taps in of my bathrooms would likely more dust than and I have a balcony that I I have not set foot on in my 10 years of townhome ownership.

Not that the of the rooms remain empty. as my hermit-like status reduces the of space I take up, my motorcycle er, hobby, has slowly taken over the rest of the Booth Indeed, even before troll fled the premises a ago, motorcycle gear, parts and three entire of motorcycle magazines had taken the other upstairs bedroom the master bedroom’s walk-in had become little more a repository for spare Avon and a precious, recently-repainted gas tank.

A look at David Booth’s garage.

And no sooner had he left the than motorcycle bits, some slow-moving plague, taking over his abandoned At first, the encroachment was innocuous, a of spare wheels here, a Calfab swingarm there. before I knew it, there was an air in the corner, a collection of used in his forgotten Ikea armoire and a Honda four-cylinder motorcycle smack dab where his bed used to be.

It was an too far even for my gearheaded self. I had to it. I needed help. Desperately.

My — and maybe I should have this as an episode of Hoarding: Alive rather than a contractor — had basically become a support system for a 1982 CB1100R.

The only solution, of was to build a man cave, a garage so that not only would it be of the beauty that is a Honda (1982 being the most C model, by the way) but would organize all the various and sundry that ten years of Honda had accumulated. Filters, pistons and tools would meet floors, work bench and cabinets in one orgiastic gathering of

At least, that was the concept. Of I was limited by the fact that a) I on a journalist’s salary and b) I have a garage in a townhouse. Nonetheless, I was to not Cheap Charlie this affair despite its humble

I had been dreaming of, well, a garage since I was old enough to a wrench and was determined that concrete and gyprock artist render my hovel man cave

Honda CB1100R Concept

David Booth’s man cave anew after a costly

Said artiste was Marc of Premier Garage. whose wallet-damaging revelation was that an old townhouse garage floor take more than a hundred-dollar epoxy floor kit Canadian Tire. Salt, oil and the brake line drip had my concrete the pockmarked visage of a ville in Afghanistan. Dreams of a vacation to South Beach went … in two days of substrate and multiple layers of chips and epoxy.

Despite the trauma, however, there was no the end result was the garage equivalent of an marble floor, my once kitchen starting to look a shabby in comparison. Pictures tweeted, neighbours made

But, the most important of any material obsession is stuff. And if it is to be at all useful — or at least found — organized storage space. I am not if the accompanying pictures do the Booth any justice but I now have enough Pewter Premier Garage (yes, even motorheads are to the overly precious naming of colours, though we tend to the rather than the pastel) to an entire other motorcycle.

One set of shelves holds my oils and soft cleaning gear. has enough engine bits — did I that I have four clutch baskets even as far as I can tell, no such clutch has ever failed — to start a race team. Oily no longer litter drawers reserved for Tommy Hilfiger; suspension bits and their oily damper rods are no spread on Brazilian Cherry

There are even professional small parts bins so oil soaked hands no longer bedroom carpets looking for gasket in a haystack.

The pièce de . though, is the butcher’s block — it’s what makes garage an extravagance beyond its dimensions. Yes, the very inch-and-a-quarter slap of maple wives and significant others the over covet for their kitchens is where I denude cylinder heads and oil-soaked Somewhere, Martha Stewart is over in her bed.

The plague of motorcycle bits over house, however, recedes.

David Booth is happy with his butcher’s workbench.

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