It takes me 30 minutes of moving crap around before I can even begin working in my garage.  I've been using my trailer as a workbench, and I've got to walk sideways just to squeeze out the door past Overkill's 40-inch Goodyears.

I need a bigger shop.  Not less crap.  It just doesn't work that way.  If you check out the photos you'll see how overstuffed my meager 2-car garage has become this past year.  My oldest son's Power Wheels Hurricane has taken residence behind my flattie.  Squeezed next to that is the mountain bike I hardly have time to ride anymore.  Jackstands and a floor jack are shoved wherever because it's a pain to lift them past the Willys truck to where they're usually stored after using them.  Several sheets of 3/16-inch plate steel and an engine hoist reside in the garage because it's too much of a pain to move the trailer and snake them past my '48 CJ-2A that's in the way of my storage shed out back

My workbench is cluttered with the shocks, Ranger Overdrive, SM465, and bellhousing for Overkill.  There's also a bunch of stock parts I took off the truck like headlight buckets, interior parts, and other stock junk I'm going to reuse.  The side of my workbench next to the door has become the repository for all the small tools and aerosol things I grab to do a quick job in the driveway but am too lazy to put away properly.

The bed of Overkill is the new storage facility for all the engine parts that will be going onto The Evil Truck M-715 engine later this month.  The bed also holds my varmint plinker, all the crap I pulled out of the interior of my F-250 before I sold it for a ridiculously low price, and a few tools here and there.

I think it's time to build that shop on my property, but who am I kidding?  I can't even afford the payments on a $15,000 used diesel, let alone a $50K 6-car garage.  Looks like I'll be moving junk and jostling vehicles around for a while yet to come.