I get emotionally attached to whatever oddball piece of junk I've resurrected from the dead, but the feeling fades when I get another basket case.
When I got my rusty Carabela running, I loved it. Reliable, semi-rare, beautiful in that ugly way, mostly stock and a 43mph rider.
Then I got the Cimatti Gran Prix XL, and sold the Carabela for a profit.
I love the Cimatti. Another rare, reliable, fast bike, and at the moment, think I'll never sell it. But who knows what will come along next?
And then there's the Ducati Piuma 48. I put a lot of time and money into making it perfect. I love staring at it. But it's not that fun to ride. It's slow (35) and it shifts funky with the handshifter. If the motor blows, which it will, eventually, if I ride it a lot, it's not an easy replacement. It's really far from being an easy fix. It's searching eBay Italy all over again. So it's a garage queen. With a cover on it. And will inevitably be sold, hopefully for a premium price at a big fancy auction...
I'm not a collector, I'm more like the hospital, where I bring them back from the dead, then send them on their way to enjoy the rest of their lives.