I was at this guys house in toronto last year. He had bicycles in every room. Vintage racers upstairs in all the bedrooms just lined up. Mountain bikes and kids bikes all over the middle floor. A ton more vintage racers in the basement as well. In his garage there was just a big pile of junky mountain bikes and other bikes ontop of each other, it was wild. The only place he didn't have bikes was in his bathroom.

This guy seriously couldn't make up his mind.

Unfortunately i left empty handed as he also had the symdrome of where he thought whatever he had was worth a bazillion bucks.