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Last fall I was in the market to buy my first home
I had one nonnegotiable criterion: it had to have a garage. Early in the search, I sent a promising listing to my mother, who lives in California. She noted that the garage looked small and unlikely to fit my truck. “That’s OK,” I said. “The truck isn’t going in there.” “What do you need a garage for then?” she asked, confused. “Nobody in Colorado parks their car in the garage,” I explained. “We all park on the street.” “But what do you put in the garage?” she pressed. I shrugged. “Bikes, gear, stuff like that.” Later, on a ride, I...