"Frank, look at the tanks on this," Mike whispered, his fingers hovering just inches from the metal. "This is the 'Holy Grail' of the mid-west."
The smell hit them first: oil, old rubber, and history. Mike’s eyes immediately locked onto a shape draped in a rotting canvas tarp in the corner. He peeled it back, and the air left his lungs. It was a , its deep red paint barely visible under decades of dust, but the chrome was still there, waiting to shine. American Pickers - Season 18
Should I create a of the items found in this story to see how they would value in today's market? "Frank, look at the tanks on this," Mike
Frank just nodded, already looking for the next driveway. "Yeah. But that sign is still going to look better in the shop." He peeled it back, and the air left his lungs