My Dad's Old Car Collection Is A Mess

So I've kind of been tasked with helping my dad clean out his garage. It turns out he's got this secret collection of old cars that take up more than half the space, and honestly, it's a disaster. He won't let me part with any of them because apparently they're all 'special,' but I swear if you peeled back the layers of rust on those things, you'd find ancient roadkill beneath. The only thing worse than Dad's hoarding habit is him insisting that one day he'll fix them up and turn a profit. Yeah, right. Meanwhile, my bike has been relegated to the street for the last three months because there's no room in the garage anymore. And don't even get me started on the smell of mold mixed with gasoline, it's like stepping into a time capsule that only smells bad.