Historically I've taken in the worst of the worst 60's Dreams. My favorite is indeed the CA95. The worst of the worst bike projects require disassembly, literally down to the last nut & bolt. Without indexing small parts, reassembly would tough. What is not mentioned is my shed set up to stage large parts and stinky oily parts awaiting cleaning.
Solvent degreasing is done in a parts washer tank. Once cleaning is complete parts are staged to be sub assembled and stored until needed. The actual assembly of the bike is much like a one-man assembly line.
"Enviable garage organization" I've always had shop space wherever I lived, even as a young teenager in his parents' basement. My father had shops; my grandfather had shops.
Prior to April 28, 2021, I had an outbuilding shop. The shop was 1/3 of a larger open-ended barn with a concrete center and an adjacent 1/3 just covered dirt. Lots of room, lots of property and a great job just 1.5 miles away in a tiny Georgia town.
That scenario ended abruptly April 28, 2021. Life flight, botched stint, sent to Savannah, 5-day coma. Two weeks I'm out of the hospital. Three months recovery. I abruptly retired. I had a second home in Lexington, Ky. Unlike my Georgia home, far away from everything, my Lexington house is in a neighborhood and a tight one at that. I intended not to give up. I needed to be creative. Enjoy the pics! Georgia shop, Lexington home garage and a converted sunroom into a rear shop and a greenhouse for the wife. I wanted to share this story with those who have had catastrophic health events. Never give up. Take on challenges you see fit. Everything you think you left behind, is waiting for you in the future. Ok back to bikes! 







