There is something
universal that we feel in old garages.
When I speak about garages, I speak about the real ones, not the corporate bike Dealers, those where you can breath the mechanics first, and smell this mixture of oil, gas, metal that takes you up to the nose after crossing the door.
When I speak about garages, I speak about the real ones, not the corporate bike Dealers, those where you can breath the mechanics first, and smell this mixture of oil, gas, metal that takes you up to the nose after crossing the door.
If you have
any beautiful pictures of motorcycle garages please send them to me: p.dreesen@ziggo.nl
