
I’ve been looking forward to visiting this place since the beginning of the trip. Its just that I remember reaching it eight years ago and being very pleased with the cars that it had and one that I found special… Continue reading
I had a couple of museums in Boise, Idaho, on my list of stops, but they didn’t pan out. Fortunately there was one that was not on my list and it was in Nampa, Idaho. First some shots through the… Continue reading
Several good friends encouraged me to go see Mount Rushmore when they learned that I would be going to Rapid City, SD, in my quest to see more car museums. I hate to show my cynical side, but I avoid… Continue reading
What a family this is. A local businessman who collected cars, lots of cars. Put together what is apparently the largest collection in the world. At one point over 3000 cars. When I talked to the docent he said that… Continue reading
I grew up in a small village called Osterville on Cape Cod. There were times when I felt I was stuck in a little village while the rest of America was passing me by. The Beach Boys sung about California… Continue reading
My next stop was the Western Antique Aeroplane and Automobile Museum (or WAAAM). The drive was nice and the views along the way were stupendous. This museum is open seven days a week and from 9:00 to 5:00. That makes… Continue reading
The road to Salem was a nice one and I was looking forward to seeing this museum. It is actually several museums at the same location. It has specialty buildings on trucks, cars, tractors, logging and milling, and all kinds… Continue reading
As I drive along and make the miles fade behind me I can’t help notice the changes of the view that occur. Driving from the Los Angeles area to Oregon the land changes and so does the road. The sky… Continue reading
I left the wilds of Danville and headed further north to Sacramento to visit the California Automobile Museum. There current facility is being stretched to the max, but good news, by 2015 they will be in a larger and nicer… Continue reading