Well, the world probably thinks all we Taliban-targeted Americans have five-car garages. I've been a car guy for 50 years and have owned everything from Aston Martins on down (and up...) and have never had a garage. (I happen to think garages are ugly.) I have for the last 30-odd years lived in Upstate New York, where I have a perfectly good barn and a quarter-mile-long driveway and turnaround but no garage. In the barn right now is my daughter's modified twin-cam Neon--she's traveling in China--literally up on blocks. In the driveway are our hugely chipped A4 Avant, my wife's commuter RAV4 and my 3.4-liter twin-plug track car 911SC, under a car cover.
When winter approaches, I will drive the Porschie across the lawn and into the $800 tarpaulin CoverIt "garage" up in the woods at the fringe of our estate. The advice I've gotten from the people who produce these vinyl-tarpaulin wonders is to put a Spackle bucket of charcoal barbecue briquettes inside the car as a dessicant and another one or two in the "garage," outside the car. And to surround the car with mothballs as an anti-rodent measure. (Are ther rodents in Scotland, or only snakes? Sorry, that was Ireland, right?)
There was a time when cars were rustbuckets and paint was lacquer, but I've frankly found that these modern things weather the elements pretty well. As long as you remember that they're Just Cars, that is.
Stephan
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