Close your eyes and inmagine a woork bech made from 2X6 lumber. Now imagine an area about 3 feet long with some chinzy aluminum sheeting nailed to it. Now picture an old man who's over weight, bald and generally in a bad mood in front of it. My work area, well-defined.
I'm still waing on said buddy to come over with his miracle cure bench topper. Maybe I should start drinking his beer....but hey I don't drink so that won't work. I'm not cleaning house until I get the new top applique. Notice the professional terminology? That's a clear indication that until I move my operation into the house when the garage temp nears 40 degrees, There'll be no pics of said work area. I could give up a secret tool or function of some sort. Its bad enough I got neighbors who want to see what I do all day in the garage let alone put pics all over the internet too. Besides, Denny is neater than I am according to him. Right Denny?