This weekend, we bought an indoor parking space. Don't even ask the price--let's just say, there goes my Harley-Davidson Fatboy. Parking is a commodity, bought and sold like shares of General Electric on the stock exchange. A spot--similar to the one in the above picture--can make or break the future sale of a condo. Needless to say, it helps to have an indoor spot for more than one car in a growing Chicago suburb in today's mobile society, and I feel fortunate in my building's cramped garage to have secured a second, more spacious spot. In fact, I may rent out one of my spaces--the signs are on the bulletin board now. In the end, I have a location now that I can park my Chevy Avalanche, and that gives me warm fuzzy feelings. Not as warm and fuzzy as a Harley, but...
2 comments:
Sounds good bro'... the return on this space is positive while the Harley leaves you crippled with scrambled brains. SOunds like you made a wiser choice :)
Will be able to sell the space any time within a few months as you have seen from other, more recent sales.
Although you could have had 5 more kayaks...
Six.
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