This has a private man lair on the second floor, complete with ESPN and pork rinds.
A separate entrance is a must. Using a garage door opener to enter when one is NOT in a car is not very smooth.
I'm never sure if this is a barn or a garage, but it's very easy on the eyes, and the living space above it is gorgeous.
This garage is fit for that Ferris Bueller Ferrari.
Here it is from the side.
This one is for Crockett's whip...
...and this one is for Tubbs'.
This is for the car lover who likes to pretend he's some sort of rancher.
I picture the man who lives here hiding out over the garage, avoiding what must be a colossal "honey-do" list involving lots of hydrangeas and manure.