The epiphany came on a Saturday morning, about 15 years ago. Bob Machinist, a self-proclaimed gear-head, was at the shop where he stored his race cars, hanging out with his buddies, drinking coffee and talking about cars. The place wasn’t attractive and wasn’t even clean, but this group of car enthusiasts chose to hang out there regularly, because they could share their collective passion, cars. Ironically, most of the guys in attendance had a beautiful country club or yacht club they could have gone to, but they routinely opted to sit in the same dumpy shop because the opportunity to socialize over cars superseded most things, including the desire for comfortable surroundings. Perhaps it was prompted by the oil on the floor or the mud that passed for coffee, but on that particular morning Bob came to the realization that car people deserved better. They could have a nice building with all the amenities and services of a private club…a country club for car people. Golfers had them. Yachtsmen had them, so why shouldn’t car people have them? Thus, the Collectors’ Car Garage idea was born.
Like Rome, CCG wasn’t built in a day. Over the next few years, Bob did plenty of research and discovered that no matter where he traveled, dealers all said the same thing about the purchase of collector cars, “It’s not about the price.