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  • Lower 480

    In 2006, I set a plan to see all the remaining lower 48 states from the seat of a Harley Davidson. I had already ridden to and from all of the northeast — New England and the east coast states down to and including South Carolina by this time. I got a wall map, a

  • Cars, Patriots and Freedom1

    From the time I was a teenager, my Aunt Wilma and Uncle Mitch co-founded and operated the spring/fall Turlock Swap Meet in — wait for it, Turlock, CA. Around 2008, I flew to their home in Idaho to attend the swap meet for the very first time. I drove about eight hours with them to

  • The Fox3

    In 1982, I was first introduced to firearms, specifically a Fox Model B 16 gauge double barrel, with ventilated rib. This was given to me on my 11th birthday by my Grandmother Kline, along with a small wooden gun cabinet made by my grandfather and his old hunting knife. The year prior my “Pappy Kline”

  • The American Sports Car – the Corvette0

    By now I am sure many of you can see my passion for cars, trucks, and motorcycles (while I’m on a roll- ’30s-’50s wooden boats). Although I enjoy looking at them all, my roots have always been wrapped firmly around the General Motors brand. I know some won’t understand brand loyalty, but I firmly feel

  • An American Hero3

    January 18, 2018, will forever remain the worst day of my life. I was just getting up and around in my hotel room near Phoenix, Ariz., preparing for three days of golf in the morning and the Barrett Jackson Auto Auction in the evenings. At around 6 a.m. — 8 a.m. PA time — I

  • Todd0

    Around 1980, I was walking down Main St. in Watsontown, my hometown, headed to the store with my mom. It was a summer day, as I still remember it like it was yesterday. The events of this day would be stamped in my 9-year-old mind like the serial numbers on an engine block. As we

  • See the USA2

    In 1979 my Aunt Wilma and Uncle Mitch Geiger drove cross-country from Merced, California to visit their hometown of Watsontown. Little did I know that visit would change my life forever. The promise of sun, no snow, warmer temperatures, new employment opportunities, and rust free cars was all it took for my Uncle to “stake