We've got some power racks, but they see constant usage. Hard to get in, sometimes. Most people want to see (empty!) treadmills when they walk into a gym, I guess. I've used a form of "have" that implies "now", but that's how it is just about everywhere I've been for a solid decade, except for GLORIOUS CU Boulder. Someday, I'm going to mortgage a house. Then, I will have payed for some percentage of a garage. Then, I will completely own a squat rack. There's a fictional deity that may comprise an entirely too centralized portion of my general mentality, and his name is Coach. Coach is a hyper-dimensionally* ripped meathead who spots you at least 50% better than Jesus. Jesus won't make you beg for it like Coach will, but Jesus isn't getting massive gainz, is he? And Coach doesn't fucking care what you're training for. Coach just wants you to vomit before, during, and after your workout, every day, but he'll settle for once a year or so. Cool guy, Coach. *nope