You Americans and your compressed Air everywhere!
I'm waiting on two benches so I can reconfigure the area where my Warco Minor (currently sat on a pallet at the front of the garage, just outside the envelope of my 'allocated' workshop space) is going to sit, trying to work out where the hell I'm going to store all this plastic and doing tetris in my head to see where I can move non-workshop items to to open up another two-thirds of a wall to get me more space (which in all likelihood will turn out to be swallowed up as soon as I clear it).
All the while, my little 7x is once again sitting disassembled, awaiting the hopefully final lapping of the unmachined middle undersides of the ways to install a central shear plate to aid rigidity (and also act as a carriage lock)...
...and now you want me to fit an air compressor in this place?
Listen my fine, spoiled-for-square-footage, American brother: I live on a pissant little island with a fine military tradition but armed forces that could probably be, size-wise at least, out-matched by the combined forces of the Texas National Guard and a few of the local militia groups, a once proud industrial capacity that apparently experienced something akin to The Rapture in the 1980s, and an economy that staggers from gangbusters to empty pockets like a one-legged drunkard hopping on an ice-rink!
Here in the UK, we have small houses, on ever smaller plots with, if we're lucky, small garages, that we inevitably have to share with the other members of our household.
Fitting an air compressor in?
Pfft! I have a spare 12v mini-tyre inflator, that I had to carefully repack a cupboard to find a space for!
Seriously, though, that's a good idea and if my reconfiguration goes well, and my ideas for separating off my workshop area from my better-half's 'garden shed' area of the garage (AKA some covert annexation by putting up a partition that will benefit me more than it does her
) I should have a good place for a 50l compressor.