I’m in the garage at 2.30 in the morning, few drinks and music playing, just looking at the bikes. There’s no better place to be. Do I need help?
I don’t feel so good today. Wife isn’t happy this morning, for some reason! No idea what the music was.
Only if you were sat in the corner, rocking back and forth in your chair mumbling to yourself: “There’s no place like my garage” “There’s no place like my garage”
