I can't call it a man-cave (because I'm a woman!) is very small inside so its impossible to take any kind of photo in there, the doors are less than 7' wide so there is little margin for error on reversing in there! Spare parts are hung from the ceiling, if you are taller than me (5'-6") you will hit your head on stuff hanging, anyway its my little sacred place, so no-one else allowed other than my 6 dogs that like to come and check the snakes are safe.  No-one is permitted to tinker with the snakes except me.  I have no phone in my garage, I do not want to be disturbed out there.  I have a welder that my neighbours claim makes their TV go funny at high usage times (I do not know, I don't own a TV)!  It's my favourite place to be, that I often end up falling asleep out there.  Men can feel somewhat a 'little uncomfortable' with my beefcake hunk posters  :-)  or so I've been told!  I was not Miss popular when I cut my concrete floor up to install ramps, all the dust made the cars in the neighbourhood go white, and I had to offer to wash and polish them all (oops).