I feel fortunate that I've never developed the taste for exotic sports cars, expensive wines, Cuban cigars, or Rupp mini bikes.
I can see it now, me inviting one of my old hot rod buddies over and pointing out a $6000 mini bike from my "collection" to them, and watching their eyes glaze over, as they say "Dave, your Dodge is leaking tranny fluid out one of the cooling lines." "Gotta beer?" "Let's tighten that line up."