I know a guy in the Southwest with a whole warehouse full of classic cars his wife knows nothing about and another guy near me with six Pontiac GTO's from the 60's tucked away in a real nice building set up with all the automotive ammenities - lift, air, tools, etc. He had enough acreage that he goes deer hunting there too. If either one of those poor bastards ever died of a sudden heart attack I'd love to see the expression on their old ladies' faces when they caught wind of the hideaways!
My old boss used to cheat on his wife. What an uncreative idiot! Such a waste of time and a motorcycle never talks.