Though it does double as storage, Tyson’s warehouse is for him to tinker in.
In this same vein, Tyson has specific clothes to wear when tinkering on his motorbike or other machines. He can get covered in grease and oil, even wiping it off his hands onto his shirt like a regular grease monkey without batting an eye. He’ll want a wash once he’s out of those clothes, but for the duration that Tyson is wearing them, he may as well be wearing armour.
He loves engineering, and working with technology in general, as mathematics given physical form. Something he can take apart and understand how it works, to piece it back together in different ways and figure out how to improve it.
There are few times to catch Tyson looking more at peace than with pieces of metal encircling him, a notebook covered in mathematical formulas in his lap, a clipped piece of wire between his teeth, and increasing streaks of grease in his hair as he runs his oil-stained hands through it in thought.