...which, of course, is actually my garage. While shared with my street bikes, Patti's car (she inexplicably fails to share my garage priorities) and my truck during the frigid months — a Honda Ridgeline, naturally — it's still an effective workspace and retreat. The limited space forces me to channel my efforts on one, or maybe two, projects at a time. I also have a roomy workspace in the basement for parts storage, detail work and cold-weather tasks.
The bikes pictured above are: a VFR project in the foreground, since moved on to a new owner; my personal '90 naked VFR750 behind it; barely visible against the wall is my '81 XL500S big-bore dual-sport; and to the right our ST1300 ABS and my much-loved '92 Yamaha TDM850. If you're not familiar with the unique TDM (no worries, most riders aren't), here's a link to my info page:
If you're ever in the area, contact me for a visit and cup of coffee.

Some Of My Hoard
Some of these are sacrificial, meaning they will be chopped up to repair parts destined for restoration. I've gone to some trouble getting professional paint color-matching, and while not a big fan of restored/repainted bodywork, things are getting to the point of it becoming a necessity; good survivor pieces are becoming scarce.