I have a lot of bikes, no doubt. It's not about just having things. The majority of these bikes I've fixed up, many brought back from the dead. Including the most current which is a work in progress, my 71 Yamaha RT1B. Last night as I'm putting the freshly painted swingarm in the freshly painted frame. Greasing up the new bronze bushings in the swignarm, Mounting up the freshlly cleaned and polished shocks, putting in the freshly overhauled motor, I'm just thinking about how increadibly satisfying it is. How satisfying to take a pile o crap that hasn't run in years, and transform it back to a thing of beauty. That is the ultimate satisfaction. Not to say I have xx bikes, but to admire the 42 year old paint that I spent countless hours touching up and rejuvinating so it looks amazing, to pickup that freshly machined cylinder from the shop, paint it up nice, and slide it down over that brand new piston. To hear that sound of new rings sliding in that freshly honed cylinder. to take a set of forks that were completely frozen and would not budge, and rebuild them to polished working masterpieces. And the ultimate joy, to have it all together and start it back up after it's extended slumber. to ride it and experience all that was good and bad with an old enduro from 42 years ago. And in my case. to relive my youth on the same kind of bike I had when I was in high school. There is so much personal satisfaction in this hobby. I can spend hours just looking at these old beauties let alone get them out for a ride. I truly think that is what is wrong with so many in our society. Everyone should have a hobby that can provide them with a sense of satisfaction and accomplishment, to challenge the individual and to develop new skills. Has to be more than just what you do at work, but something you really truly love and enjoy. That is why I do what I do. and why I'll have to expand my shop before I die since I don't plan on quitting any time soon. I'd go nuts if I couldn't practice my hobby. I'm sure I can't be the only one.