The problem of course is when obsessions collide:

"Don't you dare lean that bike up against my Gustave Stickley dinette set!!!!"

"But baby, it's a Rene Herse. Where should I put it?"

"I don't care. Lock it to the phone pole out front, that's where bikes belong"

"Isn't this ugly old wood looking furniture supposed to be lawn furniture anyhow? Shouldn't we move it outside too?"

"Boohoohoo! You're a creul man who just doesn't have any appreciation for the aesthetic things in life!"

"Now baby, that's not true. There's nothin' purtuer than old Stronglight cranks."

"Are you saying I'm not as attractive as a bike part?"

And so on....