Growing up, I always had a great interest in sports cars, unlike anyone else in my family. We had a Suzuki Mehran back then, and I would spend my entire day working on that car. At the age of fifteen, I moved from the city of saints to the city of lights. Worked tirelessly for years and years on end, and in 2017, I bought home my first ever sports car, a Toyota Mark X. That’s where the dream finally started to feel a little real.
Over the past few years, I have been grinding hard to build my dream garage. Saying this feels surreal and a little less unreal. But to my own utter excitement, I now have a Nissan GT-R, Toyota Supra, BMW E46, BMW F80, Nissan Silvia, three Nissan 350Zs, and some more names that got lost in translation.
I have worked in the same space for over five years. Stripped cars, hands full of dirt, electricity on mind, sleepless nights, and more than anything, the grit and excitement of humans building something on the earth. I have spent more time in my garage than I have spent on the track. This place became home. And so after countless errors and trials, and days and nights, this garage was asking for a makeover. So, the team and I got to work.
The number one thing on the list was to make a to-do list. Here we go.
- change the tiles
- make more space
- a better garage and better shutters (maybe)
Very few things on the list, or as we thought. We called all our contacts.
And that’s when reality hit.
Revamping a garage sounds simple when you’re talking about it over chai and open cars. “Bas tiles change karni hain.” “Thora sa space aur bana lete hain.” But when you actually begin, you realize you’re not just renovating a room. You’re redesigning the headquarters of your dream.
First came the clearing out. Every car had to be moved. Every tool packed. Every spare part that had been “temporarily” kept somewhere for these past years had to find a place finally. The garage looked bigger than ever when it was empty, and for a moment, it felt strange. Like seeing your childhood home without furniture.
Then the tiles.
The old floor had seen everything: oil spills, burnout marks, gearbox drops, engine pulls, and nights where exhaustion was heavier than the engines we were lifting. Changing the tiles wasn’t about aesthetics. It was about respect. Respect for the machines. Respect for the craft. And honestly, respect for the journey.
We chose something clean, with a little bit of aesthetic, more industrial, and durable. A floor that could handle torque wrenches falling at 2 a.m. A floor that would reflect the light properly when we’re aligning panels or checking paint. A floor that made you want to keep it clean, even though I know it never really will be.
Next was space.
When you own cars like an R35 and multiple drift builds, space is oxygen. We redesigned the layout completely. Storage went vertical. Shelves were custom-built. Tool boards were reorganized. The wiring was cleaned up. It stopped being “just a garage” and started feeling like a workshop with purpose.
The shutters were a debate.
Old shutters carry character. They also carry noise, rust, and the constant fear of getting stuck halfway. In the end, we upgraded. Not just for security, but for presence. When those new shutters roll up, and the light hits the cars inside, it feels cinematic. It feels intentional.
Then came the walls. The team argued for something sophisticated yet artistic, something that speaks to the passion. So, we got down to business with graffiti on one wall to add character, and a clean photo of the beast 350Z paired with a yellow Simpson on another. Simple, personal, and true to the space
But the biggest change wasn’t the tiles, or the space, or even the shutters.
It was mindset.
For years, this garage was about hustle. Survival. Making things work with what we had. The revamp marked a shift. It symbolized growth. We’re not just building cars anymore. We’re building a legacy. A space where younger enthusiasts can walk in and feel inspired. A place where ideas turn into builds, and builds turn into stories.
There were delays. Budget overruns. Dust everywhere. Arguments about measurements that were off by half an inch. Late nights. But every time I stood in the middle of that half-finished space, I saw the bigger picture.
I saw the kid working on a Suzuki Mehran, dreaming of something bigger.
I saw 2017, bringing home the Mark X.
I saw the first time I parked the GT-R inside and just stood there, staring at it in silence.
This revamp isn’t about flex. It isn’t about Instagram angles. This is about evolution.
The garage raised me as much as I built it. It taught me patience, problem-solving, leadership, and humility. It showed me that machines don’t respond to ego; they respond to precision.
And now, when I walk in, it feels different. Cleaner. Sharper. Ready.
The builds will continue. The sleepless nights won’t stop. The dirt will return. But this time, the foundation matches the vision.
From a Mehran to a dream garage.
We’re just getting started.
