I had a girlfriend whose father, raced Abarth cars (hopped-up 1960’s Italian coupes). Her mother thought he had 2 or 3 Abarth's until she visited his workshop (conveniently 30 minutes’ drive from their house). I suspect he was sleeping on the couch for a while after she made a surprise visit and found 9 Abarth bodies.

I’ll be thinking of him tomorrow when I drive out of Culpeper, Virginia with or without an old Raleigh Sports …I’ll be thinking, “I’m so happy my winter project addiction is so much cheaper than that girlfriend’s father’s!!” That’ll be my third bike. And I’m fascinated by hoarding.