RIVETS + PISTONS

Rivets + Pistons began as a challenge. Someone once asked me what my own garage would look like if I designed one for myself.

Porsche is the favorite. The other marques earned their place on line and silhouette alone. Porsche 911s parked beside classic Land Rovers, vintage Indians and Triumphs filling the spaces in between. Nothing about that lineup makes sense mechanically, and all of it makes sense as a description of a person. I'm rugged and practical enough to want something that hauls, and I also want something small and fast. Both are true, and the garage doesn't ask me to choose. These are also the kinds of vehicles that still ask something of you. Raw, loud, drafty, unassisted, with nothing between you and the road but your own competence. I miss when you had no choice but to drive a manual. You earned the ride. Now the car handles it, which is convenient and a little sad.

The space follows mid-century logic rather than showroom polish. Vertical wood slat walls bring rhythm and warmth to a room that would otherwise be a box. A dimensional Charles Eames quote anchors one wall, chosen because Eames cared as much about how a thing was made as what it did, which is the only real thread connecting a 911 to a Triumph to a lounge chair. A blueprint-inspired 911 graphic argues the same point in engineering language. Recessed artifact cases turn riding jackets, helmets, and memorabilia into exhibits, giving the space a gallery's discipline without a gallery's chill.