Shortly after I retired (2013) I started working 1 day/week for a “flipper “. His pile made yours look tiny. He had long rows of bikes packed tight under tarps, all around the boundary of his large rural property. More piles without tarps. More all around the swimming pool. Back porches packed to the rafters, garage packed so tight you had to climb around to get to things. All around the house, except street side (keep the locals and local government quiet) and several sheds out back. 5 gallon buckets of parts everywhere. Mountains of tires and wheels. MONSTEROUS!

Then inside the house……. OMG. And more in a rented space a few blocks away.