This project is on schedule to break ground early spring 2021. Be warned, we may sell out the units before breaking ground, as these custom garage condos have proven to be an amazingly popular product. This campus, just north of Deer Valley Airport, is ideally located at the 101 & I-17. 

Of course with a private clubhouse and the daily gathering of fellow gearhead-grease-monkey-cigar-chomping-car-collecting-enthusiasts, and their global warming toy accumulations, you may never leave!

The Big Kahuna lurking in the works here is the opportunity to combine back-to-back units, giving you a gargantuan 85 foot deep show space. That’s my kind of high society!

Want In? CALL ME NOW. Opportunity knocks but once.

Why do they place a headlight on trains? The tracks aren’t going to move, the train cannot swerve, and the entire length of cars cannot stop in a distance shorter than the light’s beam can reach. My grandfather pondered this question with raised eyebrow. I was eight, “why” questions were my occupation, and he was a most generous receptacle for the stream of them.

“The light is to warn others”, he surmised.

“What others?”, I pushed, “Trains ahead can’t move out of the way.”

“People on the tracks then”, he snorted.

“But people on the tracks can feel and hear the train before the light reaches them”, a boy’s inquisition continued.

Grandpa was a pilot, an engineer, and a miner, but mostly he was curious. For every question there was an answer, and if not, we’d endeavor to dismantle whatever device, animal, or random thing which had created the question in the first place. We did not, however, have access to a train.

“You’re right Stanley, people should be able to feel the train, or hear the train coming. The light is on there simply as one MORE way to warn them that the tracks contain trains, so the idiots can get out of the way.”

“It’s an idiot light?”

“Yes, and I bet it finds plenty of them.”

I asked that same grandfather for career advice later in life. His answer was simple, “Be the best answer.” No niche is too small if it’s yours and you enjoy it. In the realm of commercial development there are occasions when I become the Best Answer, thanks to a strange path that gifted me an edge.

• 1986 – Designed wooden decks for Sears. I was responsible for obtaining building permits, which was the beginning of government regulation interaction.
• 1988 – Structural Steel Design, creating precisely accurate shop and field drawings for the erection of seismic structure high rises.
• 1990 – AutoCAD instructor, supplemental night job I took on after computer drafting tickled my senses silly.
• 1998 – Structural Steel Design firm owner, the natural progression after developing a niche software platform for the industry.
• 2001 – 9/11. The event that changed America and destroyed the domestic structural design industry as we knew it.
• 2005 – Residential Real Estate Agent, which was a natural fit. Houses are structures, and I LOVE structures!
• 2009 – Institutional Purchase Real Estate Agent. Bought houses in bulk for Investment Funds.
• 2015 – Commercial Real Estate Agent. Developed commercial projects with those Funds. Life is a circle

Disclaimer: I consider myself a Residential Real Estate Agent. However, my focus is helping people, and sometimes those people have Commercial Real Estate needs. Such an oddity can strike some folks as a strange bridge to walk upon, but it’s the only bridge I’ve known. If you have a project idea and find yourself in that space between the high bars, that gap without obvious answers, call me. Let’s discuss it. Every so often I become that final piece that makes the whole puzzle fit together. Only God knows why.