I'm just going to lay it out all crazy style to reflect the randomness of this garage. No, it's not some historic place along Route 66. It's my cousin's boyfriend's garage. Honest. It's .... pretty awesome.
Here's the run down:
This guy (Campo) has a garage that is "decorated" with mostly snowmobile stuff. (I don't know what word is manly enough to describe the stuff in a garage that is only there for aesthetic purposes, so going to stick with "decorate.") He's pretty enthusiastic about his sleds. And apparently that enthusiasm carries over into making his garage pretty. freaking. spectacular. There's a cool, old fridge with crazy stuff all over it (WARNING: It's vulgar). Elvis memorabilia everywhere. Gas cans hanging from the ceiling. A well graffiti-ed work table (or drinking table?). A prosthetic leg that was left in the yard. I mean, it just spews amazing right? Yeah, I thought so too. Besides the awesome garage, he also has a basement/tornado shelter/apocalypse bunker that is equipped with a bar, a drum kit, and a really old slot machine. I know what you're thinking and yes, you're right. It just got better.
My personal favorite in all of this? The old wooden ski that was in the bathroom...which is now mine and traveling the country. Yessssss. It is signed, so to speak, and branded.
Besides drinking in this garage (definitely a highlight), I got to venture down some parts of old Route 66, see some pieces of Americana leftover from the heyday of cross country road tripping, eat at some local dives, and hang out with my cousins.
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