A few years back my wife got me a die cst motorcycle with a clock in it. Then we found another that led to another and before you know it everyone thinks I collect these little H-D bikes. We had them covering the mantle taking up more space than a Christmass village. One day I came home and noticed they were all gone, like a rally that left town, I stood there wondering how they could all take for a ride and not ask me to go with them, then the wife opens up a storge box and tells me not to worry, they are all camping here for awhile.