Sometimes Dad just has to lay down the law.
Or in this case, some blue Scotch painter's tape.
It's not like I'm driving a brand new Lexus or something, I don't turn into the Hulk just because a bike occasionally hits my car door.
But when I can't pull into the garage, and it's raining, and dark, and I've been slaving away at work for 10-11 hours... then... well... then you're going to see "mad Dad" when I walk into the house.
Yes children, run and hide. Your father is home and you left your bike in the spot where his car is supposed to go. There will be hell to pay!
Kids love rules. I know that sounds a bit off but in reality they crave structure and understanding. So I gave them some. I stuck this blue tape
on the ground. Then I wandered the vast expanses of our basement, gathered them all up and marched them out into the garage. And then I said
"thou shalt not park thy bikes anywhere outside of the blue tape".
That was a year ago and to this day they almost never violate the blue tape rule. It's been great!
The tape on floor is a year old without a single tear or flap coming up. I didn't do anything fancy. Sweep the area. Wipe it down with a wet rag. Lay down some blue painters tape - or whatever else you have handy.
Cheers - Jason
(ps. If you want some more great garage organizing ideas check out this page from John at "Our Home From Scratch")