My father and I stopped by his friend's house before the tour. His friend, Bob, is a mechanic and used to own the Autocare shop in downtown Logan, near where the Logan Library is now. Bob has helped care for and sometimes resurrect my fathers vintage vehicles since before I was born. What Bob doesn't know about old cars isn't worth knowing. He has quite the fleet himself and had two of his sons and a son in lawn out cleaning up a few of the cars when we arrived.
Everyone from the club started to trickle into the meeting point at around 9am. Donuts and juice and old cars, not a bad way to start the morning.
The meeting point was Sam's garage...and by garage I mean museum full of classic vehicles that he collects and restores, as well as a grundle of interesting memorabilia.
This station wagon once belongs to Bob the mechanic and his wife Virginia, they were delighted to see it again and it was fun to hear them talk about piling all their kids in it and going on road trips.
Excuse me while I have a Steve McQueen fix...
Back to our regularly scheduled tour of Sam's GarageMuseumHappyPlace...
Dad and Bob Chatting, right before Bob realized what was behind him. No, not the car, that OfficeCubicleThingie...
That little office space was the office from inside Bob's shop. His wife Virginia ran the office for him. Sam found it somewhere and hauled it back to his ShopStorageShedShowroom to be restored. Bob and Virginia and their boys had no idea it was here.
|For some reason I thought of a sports coach, and not a horseless carriage type coach, when I read this. In my head I heard "OK, you're going to remember to pack tissues, don't let the eulogy run too long, remember to..." Yes, I'm weird, I know.|
|...lounging like a boss.|
Our second stop was at another impressive collection. This time it was coin operated machines and mid-century memorabilia, everything from jukeboxes to gambling devices to arcade games to televisions. The collector is retired and travels the country going to auctions. He brings his finds back home and restores them in his shop. It was interesting to listen to him speak, and a lot of fun to play some of the machines. His home was right up against the Wellsville Mountains and the setting was gorgeous.
|There was plenty of change laying around so we could play all the games.|
|My fortune from Esmerelda.|
|Seriously so cute.|
Our next stop was at a historic home, also in the shadow of the Wellsville mountains. We listened to the owner speak about the history of the house outside and then he took us in to show us around and chat a bit more.
|I looked out the window and smiled. The cars attract photographers like flowers attract bees.|
Then we met The Goat. And I named him Morgan the Goat (name that movie). I'm sure Morgan already had a name, but he wasn't about to tell us. He kept trying to head butt or nibble on anyone who got close.
Our final stop was the old Logan train station, now a Mexican restaurant. Several members of the club talked about the history of the building outside, then we adjourned inside for lunch.