As we drove up to the Harley Davidson dealership in Austintown, Ohio, the Tiny House was no where to be seen. I grew a little nervous. “Uh oh,” I said. “Wait a minute,” responded Dad. “Let’s drive around the whole building first.” And that’s when we found it. I breathed a sigh of relief. I would have felt terrible if we had driven seven hours only to have the thing not be there.
Here are some pictures of it – inside and out. I’m in most of them to give a sense of scale!