July 2013

I'm afraid of garages. I admit it. My childhood memories of the garage are of my father screaming profanities and launching Craftsman missiles, which ricocheted dangerously through the air. As I grew, little changed that perception. Trips to the local mechanic for my own car were always fraught with men far manlier than me, covered in oil and babbling in curses and gibberish-jargon....