I have a different diagnosis, mine is an aberrant sexual psychological syndrome called bicycle fetish. My wife diagnosed me. She is a retired nurse so that must be right. In the winter our bed is my workbench. I use an old sheet for a drop cloth, if I remember. If I don’t remember, then I have to order new high end sheets right away. If you only have 40 bicycles, then I consider you a piker (North American slang for one who does things in a small way). You can own a lot more if you rent a storage unit or store some at 3-4 friends and of course they take up less room if you dismantle them. You’d be surprised how many fit in a closet once you get rid of all the jackets and whatnot.It's not a problem, it's a recognised condition, velodius hoarderitus.
There is no cure, running out of space slows the symptoms but it always finds a way back, best to just roll with it
You’d be surprised how many fit in a closet once you get rid of all the jackets and whatnot
That’s what I’m talking about. My 1967 Triumph motorcycle was dismantled, in the 1980s, each winter for closet storage. I had the front wheel and fork in my closet, someone else had the tank, rear wheel and mudguards, someone else had the engine/tranny, someone else the frame. Back together in the spring. Before I came up with this genius idea I stored it, for the winter, in a ground depression at a summer cottage. I laid it down, covered it with plastic tarps and dumped leaves and brush on it. When you first started it in the spring, water would splash on you from inside the forks when you hit bumps. It’s amazing I still have it and it runs. One of the forks leaks oil, probably from rust damage.
Worth it for the tin chair alone...I too have succumbed to the addiction. Brought home this pile today. Wife is now 100% positive that I am an idiot. I‘m only 68.3% convinced she’s right.View attachment 793270