We sure have!

I’m betting anyone in this industry has too. After all, part of what we do is provide services for individuals who need us. But if we don’t know who those people are, we can hardly provide tailored service.

Over the years we’ve seen customers from very diverse backgrounds. Some are experiencing down moments, due to divorce or loss of home. Some are in high spirits, starting up a new business or moving to a new location. Some, frankly, we have no clue. They come and go with barely a word of context (which is fine as long as they aren’t storing bomb components).

As a result of these ponderings, we have created two polls in order to give us all a little better insight into the self storage landscape. If you are in the self storage industry, vote on what you see the most in your day-to-day business. If you are customer, tell us a bit about how you got here.

Have fun!

If You’re A Storage Business Owner…

If You’re A Self Storage Customer…

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Close Proximity

If you browse around Google maps, you’ll quickly see that DAK is the closest facility around (click to enlarge):

This is good news because it is also one of the highest quality, with fully fenced facilities and well maintained units.

DAK offers both indoor and outdoor facilities, the indoor being a climate controlled building for your more valuable items. The outdoors units are drive-up accessible, making loading a much easier task.

The facility is entered using keycode access only, and is well lit.

Affordable Rates

The owners of DAK come from a small business background, and understand the value of a dollar. Because of that, they make sure to stay very competitive in pricing and offering discounts and deals as frequently as possible. They provide personal service and assistance whenever you need it.

What You Can Store

The units available vary greatly in size (browse available units here), so there is appropriate storage space for anyone. The outdoor units can easily handle large equipment, vehicles, furniture, and more. Conversely, if you need a small and climate protected unit for your antiques or books, we have that too.

Reach out to us, we can figure out the best option for you.

In December I didn’t realize that there would be this kind of a follow up story; one that brought me to tears yesterday.

Peter spent about 10 days in the hospital. He had broken his right leg which was casted. Thanks to a Christmas check from a grandmother at home, I was able to pay for all of Peter’s medical expenses. As I went to find Peter a pair of crutches I met a hospital administrator that recognized me from when I brought Peter in. Normally, a pair of crutches would have cost about 5000 Shillings with at the exchange rate then would have been about $50. This admin offered me a pair that was in great shape and used once for 1000 shillings (about $10). Peter left the hospital that day with a cast on his leg, fed and with a pairs of crutches. Unfortunately, because of his injuries Peter was unable to go back to his job and has been forced to beg for money and/or food in the streets. The more I talked to Peter over the past couple of weeks the more it became clear that Peter really wants to work and get off of the street. Here’s where it gets good!

On Wednesday of this week I sat down with my friend Daniel Juma. Juma runs a children’s home just a few minutes away from here. He specializes in working with street boys. In fact, many years ago Peter actually lived in Juma’s home. There were some issues with the missionary sponsoring Peter at the time and eventually, Peter went to live with a local pastor. The pastor ended up not taking care of Peter and that’s when he took to the streets not knowing where else to go. I talked to Juma about taking Peter in if I could find him a sponsor. The organization that I am partnering with in Kitale, Transformed International, agreed to handle the sponsorship funds that came in for Peter. Juma was very excited about the idea but asked me to first talk to Peter and make sure he would be willing.

Yesterday I met with Peter in the afternoon and asked if there was a family he would want to live with. He mentioned Juma and that he would like to go back there. When I told him that I would make that happen for him his smile was so bright! He was so happy that he was forcing back tears. I left town that day in tears with how happy I was that this was becoming a reality. All I was left with was the task of finding a sponsor.

After putting something up on Facebook, I am pleased to say that Peter’s sponsorship is now set! Soon, Peter will can move into Juma’s home – a 5 acre farm. There, Peter will have a job of helping regulate the water supply to a greenhouse that Juma is building, something that he can do while sitting down and finally resting his broken leg. As his leg heals, Juma said he will give Peter a section of the farm to grown a crop to sell and begin to support himself. During the first month Peter will be given a bed, a mattress and a blanket. More importantly, Peter is being given a chance to LIVE. He is being given a family that will love him and care for him. A family that will not judge him for being a street boy. He’s being given the life he was meant to have back. Three days ago Peter was a 23 year old street boy with a very bleak future ahead of him. Today, Peter has hope of a bright and happy future.

I think of the life that Peter will now have and it brings tears of great joy to my eyes.

Nephew of Joe and Donna from DAK Self Storage in Leesport, PA

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route across Rt 80, and second a southern route across Rt 70. I

vowed I would not ride the Rt 80 route again due to Ohio turnpike.

The toll lanes said they were EZPass, but I found that to be

inaccurate. It was a real pain stopping and paying the tolls and

getting receipts. The southern route seemed to go easier, that is

when I finally got out of the rain. Riding out the PA turnpike at

o’ dark thirty in the rain is really not a lot of fun … but, I

realized I was still maintaining about 70 mph in the rain. This was

easy enough to do because the turnpike has reflectors about every

10 feet down both sides of the lane. When you are passing trucks

pushing a lot of water on you, headlights from oncoming traffic,

fogging glasses and faceshield, these reflectors became very

valuable to maintain steady speed and ease in staying in your lane.

The weather was great in Ohio and I stopped at F & S

Harley-Davidson in Dayton, OH to get a witness. I rode back into

the rain to get home. As I got into Leesport, Rt 61 was closed

because it was flooded! I was rerouted around the Leesport Auction,

got my daily ‘end’ receipt and went home to bed. It would be the

latest I got home, about 9:15 pm.

The next day the Doppler looked like less rain if I went to

Kentucky, so off I went. As I was riding around the lake to get to

the gas station, it was raining cats and dogs. The wind coming

across the lake felt like it was trying to unscrew my helmet from

my head. As I approached Rt 61 there was police activity ahead I

looked down at the clock, 3:42 am, what could be going on? I came

up on sawhorses across Rt 73, but they were not standing upright

like normal, they were laying flat on the street because they were

knocked over from the wind. So, I came around the back way to the

Sheetz and came up to a state highway truck, lights flashing, 2

workers were setting up sawhorses to close the road at the Sheetz.

I slipped between the truck and the sawhorse the cut into the gas

station. One of the workers was waving frantically for me not to

ride into the flooded intersection, I pointed into the gas station

and he waved back to acknowledge. I rolled out that morning at 3:50

am because I figured no one was showing up to ride along that day.

I rode to Morehead Kentucky that day, I think that was the day I

began to plan the town names for the Iron Butt certificate.

Saturday was much clearer, but very cold. I ran the Gerbings

jacket liner and gloves until about 1 pm that day. I went over to

New Jersey and straight up through New York. Lots of beautiful

scenery, probably the best scenery of the entire ride. Traffic was

very light and I stopped at a little rest area to relieve myself in

the bushes. As I returned to the bike I realized just how beautiful

it was there in the Adirondacks.

As I approached the bike I decided to grab a slim jim out of the

tourpack and have a snack. I thought for a second about what kind of

wildlife would be around there. I got a vision of a black bear

tearing up my tourpack to get to my snacks and I was back on the

road in 2 seconds. I got another witness at North End

Harley-Davidson in Plattsburgh, NY. I headed for home hitting some

heavy traffic around Albany, NY, and yet another shower around

Allentown, PA before returning home.

Respectfully submitted,

Harry Knerr

IBA # 7880

Team Lilley – SMD

The Flea Market possesses both indoor and outdoor spaces, making it suitable for any kind of weather. Furthermore, the shopping content is extremely diverse, ranging from livestock, to produce, to antiques.

Certainly the size and breadth of the market make it appealing both to shoppers and vendors. But where to go with all the goodies both bought and sold? That’s where we come in.

Self Storage Near the Flea Market

The owners of DAK Self Storage are long time Leesport citizens (Joe and Donna graduated from Schuylkill Valley). Their storage facility is not 5 minutes away from the main market action.

If you’re a vendor, you needn’t travel with all your goods every day. That packing and unpacking is a burden on time and the hauling expense would more than make up for the cost of a nearby storage unit (especially with the current trend in gas prices).

If you’re a buyer, keeping all of your finds organized and safe can be tricky. Whether you’re keeping your purchases for a personal collection or trying to resell them, a storage unit can function as a fantastic base of operations.

It’s Affordable

Don’t get caught thinking this kind of storage is extremely pricey, because it’s not! Have a browse around our available units or reach out to us directly to find out what might be right for you (610-926-1310).

ride. After completing a large number of 1000 mile days, I have

never completed a 1000 mile day alone. Someone always rode along

with me, or I rode along with others. I have always read how you

should ride long distance rides alone so you can ‘ride your own

ride’ but I never believed in it. Except for an accident in 2008,

the crew I usually ride with have always completed these rides with

time to spare. I think the reason the Brand X riders preach this

practice is because they don’t experience the camaraderie shared

with most Harley riders. There is a strong bond between riders from

all walks of life, but even stronger among Harley riders.

After planning my diet, sleep, routes and what if scenarios I

felt I was ready to give it hell. I rolled off the first morning at

4:00 am sharp. Starting this ride a bit later in the riding season

I knew I would be riding more in darkness than the usual rides in

the middle of summer. I replaced the stock HD headlight bulbs with

PIAA Extreme White 110w/100w bulbs. I adjusted the headlamps lower

3 times throughout the ride because I was constantly getting the hi

beams flash from oncoming traffic. Apparently I had the stock bulbs

aimed pretty high, but no one noticed. Well, now I am sure they can see me.

The first day the weather was fair, I rode a nearly identical

route as the very first Saddlesore I completed in 2000. Johnson

City Tennessee was my turn around point the first day, just as it

was for the first Saddlesore. I thought a lot about that first ride

throughout that day. Of the 6 riders who completed the first Berks

HOG Chapter Saddlesore, 2 riders had passed away due to cancer. I

thought a lot about the many rides with Roger Summers and Jim Hess,

many miles together there for sure. I remembered passing that spot

on Rt 81 in Virginia where the lightning flashes were lighting up

the night. I looked over at Hessy to my right as another flash lit

up the sky and he is grinning from ear to ear and laughing like

hell. We stopped for raingear and I asked him why he was laughing,

he said “this outta thin out the herd a bit,” but to his surprise

everyone hung in there through the rain in the dark and completed the ride.

Respectfully submitted,

Harry Knerr

IBA # 7880

Team Lilley – SMD

December 19, 2011

I got up this morning wondering what adventures today would bring. I took a leisurely walk into town and it was beautiful. I made my way down near Khetia’s where I usually can find my kids I hang out with. I stood outside on the sidewalk and shortly a young man, probably about 16 or 17 years old ran up to me. He spoke very little English so another man walking by helped interpret. I wasn’t sure what he was asking but I gathered that it was for his friend that he said was beaten up and he needed help. I’ve heard this kind of scam around town before and honestly, I thought that’s what this was. I said that I could not help. Something was different next. As I watched him hang his head and run off I could see fear in his eyes. I saw a genuine concern that I’ve never seen when someone is trying to pull a scam. As I stood there I knew I had to find him. In the 30-45 seconds that passed, he was out of sight. I circled the block a bit and finally caught up to him. I asked him to take me to his friend.

We walked up the street and there he was. There was this other young man about the same age. His name is Peter Lojore. Peter could barely open his eyes and was very weak. So weak that when I felt for his pulse I could barely find one. Something looked bad about his leg. The smallest touch on his knee caused intense pain. I’ve seen people faking pain before – he was not. Another of his friends that was there cut his pant legs so I could look at his knees. His left knee had a deep cut that was still fresh and bloody. His right knee was swollen bigger than a softball. I got bit and pieces of the story from a few other people around. What I can put together is this:

Peter and his friends have a push cart job. Basically, the have a big, wooden cart that they push around town and carry things for people. He must have been hired by someone and took his cart down a street that some other street boys work. Last night those other guys were drunk and came to Peter and beat him up. I believe that a metal pipe was used, though I’m not positive.

At this point, I knew that I couldn’t just walk away doing nothing. Peter very obviously needed medical attention. I managed to get him to the Kitale District Hospital and left a deposit that should cover his bills there. The initial doctor to look at him suspects at least 3 fractured bones in Peter. The entire time that I was taking him to the hospital on lookers stopped and laughed. They would crack jokes and laugh about Peter. They could laugh, but no one would stop to help. I full out yelled at a crowd of men in the back of a pickup truck for laughing while we were trying to get Peter onto a motorcycle.

What I saw today was upsetting. And I don’t just mean the beaten young man. It was upsetting to see the attitudes of so many through town. To them, Peter and his friends are nothing more than street boys and nuisances. I saw something different in them. I saw two of Peter’s friends desperately seeking out help for him. I saw these two walk away from their push carts to come sit with Peter in the hospital. One of them looked at me and said that he has spent most of his life now with Peter and others on the streets. He said, “these guys are my brothers”. I left the hospital after a while and promised to return tomorrow with lunch for them and to be sure that the doctors are treating him well. Peter’s friend walked out with me saying that because I helped it was his job to make sure I got out of the hospital safely. Once I was outside the gate, he went back in to be with Peter. It’s totally safe there, but the fact that he walked me out was amazing. What I saw in these street boys today was so precious. I saw in them what I wish I could see in so many of the other locals: concern for other people.

When push comes to shove, who are you? Are you the one to stick by your friends – or even a stranger – or just an onlooker making jokes? Are you in too much of a hurry to stop and show compassion? Or will you push aside your schedule and time to do the right thing?

Nephew of Joe and Donna from DAK Self Storage

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The saying 80% preparation, 20% execution always makes sense to me, and this ride was no different. I got my bike serviced and ready to go the weekend before the ride. Went to bed at least an hour earlier than normal the last three nights before the ride. Friday I left work early and went home to rest, hoping my body was ready to ‘skip’ a nights rest. Sherry made me a nice big meal and we ‘did it’ so that end wasn’t thinking for me. I begged her to please, please, please don’t cast a rain spell the next two days. I slept like a rock for about three and a half hours, woke up and got dressed to go.

The start receipt at Maidencreek Redners Quick Shop read 12:02 AM 06/25/11. Easy enough to calculate, one BBG the first calendar day, and one BBG the second. There are definitely advantages and disadvantages to riding at night. One advantage is the lack of traffic. One disadvantage is your body is used to sleeping at that time. I did not get to Carlisle, PA and I felt the urge to close my eyes. Not good! I cracked open a 5 Hour Energy and took about half of it to push me over that first hurdle. I did not have any trouble the rest of the first leg, mainly because I spent the next three hours worrying about my sanity. I kept the speed around 70 mph during the night playing it safe for wildlife in western PA.

The route I was planning to run was I-70 straight out to Colorado. The 320 to 340 mile intervals were working well because I had recently installed a Boyesen intake that not only increased my power, I was getting great fuel economy. Traffic in the cities along I-70 went well Saturday morning. The interstate in Indiana was so rough the rear tourpack latch broke, I added a bungee cord at the next stop. In Kingdom City, Missouri, the gas receipt did not have a location. I left the bike at the pump and went in for a reprint. No location, dammit! I tried to explain briefly to ‘Bob’ that I needed a receipt that had a location on it. The best I could get out of him was the phone number to the station and he was the ‘ONLY BOB THAT WORKED THERE!’  Alrighty then. Back outside I checked my phone and got a text message that informed me there were severe storms near Topeka, Kansas, crap! I put the FXRG gear on and took off down the road.

I spent a lot of the next leg watching the sky for storms. In Topeka I ran into a delay, but it wasn’t the weather. There was about 15 minutes lost due to one lane construction on I-70. It was 98 degrees and I was walking the bike along at 3 mph in my FXRG gear sweating my ass off. I was hoping for some rain to cool me off, but it never came. I was still ahead of time by about 30 minutes and I made up a little of that time lost in western Kansas.

Rolling into Colorado ahead of the clock was a real treat. I stopped to snap this picture at the state line.

That was the only time I took to take any pictures. I had my eye on the prize the entire ride and had seen this scenery plenty of times. Only twelve more miles to Burlington, CO from here, stopped the first leg by topping off the bike tank at 7:29 PM Mountain Time, 06/25/11. I got my required two witnesses and rode into town looking for a hot meal. It seemed like both of the Mom & Pop restaurants were full so I ended up at McD’s at the second exit. I ate, answered some messages and tried to close my eyes a few minutes in the booth. That wasn’t happening. I went outside and topped off the oil, cleaned the windshield, reorganized my paperwork and noticed the “No Loitering” signs on the building.

Across the street was more of a truck stop looking place so I rode over and went inside. It seemed like they were going out of business. Large empty areas, only half the lights were on so I went back outside and sat on a bench out front. I attempted to close my eyes a few minutes but it still wasn’t happening. I pushed the bike to the pump and topped off the fuel cell to start the second leg, 8:35 PM Mountain Time, 06/25/11. Once again around 1 am I felt the urge to sleep, I took the other half of the 5 Hour Energy and kept rolling with ease. Kept the speed again around 70 mph, I saw two coyote torturing a rabbit in the median in the moonlight. I only saw few deer here and there, and a few. LEO’s that got stuck on the night shift. When I stopped for gas, I had a ‘too close for comfort’ with a drunk colored gentleman in Junction City, Kansas. I did not feel comfortable leaving my bike at the pump so I could take a piss, so I filled out my paperwork and took off down the road.

The sun finally began to come up in Missouri, and I was really glad to greet the day. There were a few areas of light rain but not enough to pull over to throw the FXRG pants on. Another text message warning me about weather ahead caused me to suit up again. By the time I got to Indianapolis there was a strange bumping noise somewhere in the back over bumps. I stopped for gas and found the second tourpack latch broken and the lid was popping open and getting slammed shut by the bungee cord on the shitty roads. I added another bungee and took off. Somewhere around Dayton, OH I was really feeling like shit, so I took another 5 Hour Energy and that hit the spot. Hammer down and headed back to the barn! Except for a fifteen minute delay for construction in Triadelphia, WV the ride back the PA Turnpike went quick. I very seldom rode faster then 80 mph the entire ride. Steady pace wins the race!

I rolled into the gas pump at Maidencreek Redners Quick Shop and stopped the clock at 9:40 PM, 06/26/11. Kerry met me at the gas station to witness and except for complaining about my smell, said I looked pretty good. And surprising to me, I felt really good too. I have been testing my limits for years now and apparently I have not hit my limit yet.

Hmmm, maybe a BBG Trifecta next year? I e-mailed Kneebone and asked him if there was any special paperwork or anything for the Trifecta. His response back to me was, “just another endless day, LOL”. The final stats were: Elapsed Time – 45:38, GPS Miles – 3060, Overall Average Speed – 67.1.

Ride Hard or Stay Home,

Harry Knerr

HOG Life Member

IBA Premier Member

Once inside of Canada we took some two lane roads toward Quebec. The scenery was typical farmland with very little traffic. Almost the second we pulled onto the two lane road, my Sirius Satellite radio started playing a triple play of Rush. I am a huge Rush fan and have seen them every tour since 1977. So to be on Canadian roads and be jamming out to them was a nice fuzzy feeling. I know, I know they are from Toronto, but come on we’re in Canada. It took some time to get used to road signs being in French and kilometers per hour, but we got used to it. 100 KPH is 62.1371192 MPH. I just looked that up now. I knew it was 62 but thought it could not be exact.

We passed Ontario along the water way leading Nord into the Gulf of St Lawrence all the while still seeing only signs and billboards in French. Around Riviere du Loup (I don’t know how to put that little thingy above the e?) we turned Sud onto the Trans-Canada Hwy 185 toward New Brunswick.  This was a very nice road with plenty of wildlife along the road. On a motorcycle moose seem very large. Our plan was to stop along the 185 and find a room. We would always drive until dark and stop.  This is how we have done it in the past and never had an issue getting a room, but we did not realize that a large concert and some type of festival were in the area.

The first place we stopped looked promising to Glen and me. It had a few motorcycles in the lot and a large sign that read “danseurs de XXX” I looked at Glen and he at me. We both said” I wonder what that means?” This looks like a good place to stay. What more could we want? It had a bar and a motel on the same property. At the same time Donna and Deb said “Oh sure you’ve been reading signs in French all day and you don’t know what that means.” In unison they said “NO!” That no would be a mistake. It was about 5:30 or 6:00 pm. The road ahead was long and desolate.  It was now getting dark and the last thing we wanted to do was have a moose run out in front of us.

We traveled what seemed like forever before coming to the small town Notre-Dame-Du-Lac on the banks of Lac Temiscouta. It was a nice little town with restaurants and rooms. It was about 7:30 pm and we stopped at a nice looking motel for a room. The manager was on the phone speaking French. After he hung up, I asked if he had two rooms and was then told everything in about a 1 hour radius was booked solid.  This is when we found out about the big concert. The nice man at the desk asked what direction we were traveling.  I told him south. He said he would make a call and see if he could find us a room. He got on the phone and started speaking French. After a short period he covered the phone with his hand and said “I can get you rooms at the Ritz”. He said this would be the nearest rooms available to where we were and it is only about 50 kilometers just nord est of Edmondston, New Brunswick. I asked him to ask if they would hold them. He asked in French and said they would. He asked for my name and told me they would have the rooms waiting. Everyone was tired and hungry, so it did not matter what the “Ritz” was going to cost.

It was at this time we got a frantic call from Kelly, our daughter stating a DAK Self Storage tenant called the police about a minor personal issue. I am told I can’t discuss it here. Oh boy I wish I could. After at least a half hour on a long distance, international cell call with Police, tenant and Kelly it was all resolved.

While we fueled up before hitting the road to New Brunswick, I had to give the short story to everyone as they all heard my conversation. We headed sud toward Edmondston. It was dark and all eyes were toward the side of the road looking for moose. After about 30 minutes we saw a large lighted sign to the right of the roadway “The Ritz”. I think we all laughed out loud. We had to ride past the sign about a half mile, exit the ramp and return on the service road.  I don’t recall seeing anything but woods and the motel. It seemed in the middle of nowhere, but it was a room. The front desk was in a small hallway and almost reminded me of a home office. We got there just in time, as a few other people also needed a room. While waiting we discussed driving another 20 minutes into Edmondston, after all we were sure to find a place closer to a bar and a good meal. I confirmed our hold on the room just in case. I told them we were driving all day and wanted to get something to eat. They said that would be fine they would hold them for us. We cruised into town only to find one room that the manager said he could put a rollaway bed into. We asked to see the room. The room was about the size of a 10×10 storage unit and had he put in that roll away, one would need to climb on the other bed to get to the bathroom. We declined and decided we would grab a bite to eat and head back to the “Ritz”. While a dinner I called Kelly and she assured me everything worked out OK. I explained the issue to Donna, Deb and Glen. Glen laughed and said every time we take a bike trip something strange happens at DAK and that certainly tops the list. We had a real good meal at a nice  steak restaurant and headed back to the “Ritz”.

After checking in I soon realized that the very first place may have been the better of the two. The room was only wide enough for the bed and a few feet on each side, with the bathroom in front and to the left of the bed. Deb and Glens room was the same. Being a long day and wanting to get an early start we decided to call it a night. The carpet floor was so sticky Donna used a patchwork of towels from the bed to the bathroom. Sometime during the night I woke up to see our room door wide open. I got up and looked outside when Donna said she opened it. She said it was so stuffy and small, she had to open the door and did not care if a bear or moose came into the room. This is a strange thing for her to do as she normally will almost put a chair in front of the door. In fact she has done that already.

In the morning we got showers and headed down the road. About ten miles, ah 6.2 kilometers down the road to our first Tim Horton’s (A much nicer version of Dunkin Donut’s).  We must have passed 100 of them. While drinking coffee and eating a fresh coffee roll, I said that place was certainly not the “Ritz” I was expecting. I laughed and said I am writing them a letter when we get home.  After breakfast we headed est toward Prince Edward Island.

DAK Self Storage is based in Leesport, PA outside of Reading. As you might suspect, Reading and Leesport are our #1 and #2 sources for individuals storing with us. However, what you might not suspect is that Hamburg is #3!

In fact, there is a wide gap between those top 3 and all the rest.

Why Have So Many Hamburg Residents Chosen DAK Self Storage?

It’s a combination of convenience, cost, and quality.

Hamburg is a straight shot, 15 minutes down Route 61. The drive is easy and convenient. In fact, many individuals who work in Reading find it much more effecient to store their personal and business belongings in a safe, nearby location.

DAK is perched just off of 61, about a block back from the highway. Interestingly, that one block makes a big difference. Minimal highway traffic disturbs the peaceful setting, and the location in Leesport is far enough away from Reading to discourage trouble.

DAK is also known for it’s attention to detail. The facility is fence enclosed and can only be entered with a digital keycode. The grounds feature large outdoor units as well as climate controlled indoor units.

The best part is that we’ve been able to maintain competitively low prices with all other storage facilities in the area.

Is DAK Right For You?

We have a wide variety of units, capable of handling all different kinds of storage needs. However, you don’t have to guess if we have the right accomodations for you. Reach out to us! Call us at 610-926-1310, or fill out our contact form for more information.