I was taking a trip through Central Iowa not long ago and driving down a main road outside of Pella just about sunset. It had been a long day of driving with about 12 hours under my belt when what should my wondering eyes should spot but a 50s style junk yard right beside the road. I was so stunned that I actually drove right by it without hitting the brakes. About a mile down the road it finally soaked in as to what I had just witnessed. It was 1960 all over again in this small stretch of road.
I spun around and went back. It was well past closing time but there was no fence so I wondered in. It was raining but I was determined to soak in this memory. I wondered about and didn’t find anything I couldn’t live without but everything had a price on the windshield (if it had one) and the prices seemed like a place to begin rather than a “Blue Light Special”.
About the Author: I grew up and lived in Iowa for nearly 40 years before moving to Southern California. The time there was very rewarding but the urge for a slower pace moved us to Tennessee a few years ago and we love it. I have been into cars since I was old enough to remember. I don't have a brand loyalty although I do prefer American Muscle. As long as it has four wheels on it I get excited. Few men are lucky enough to be able to share their passion for cars with the woman they love. Fortunately, my wife Katriana is also a gear head and many of our activities revolve around the cars. When they don't we are usually out with our miniature donkeys. You can see more about that part of our lives at http://www.LegendaryFarms.com.