After breakfast I pick up a copy of the local free rag and see that just down the road in Tehachapi is an auction of Jack Palance's estate. The auction is being held at his ranch, not too common to hold a celebrity auction on site, I later read online. It is a three day auction and today is day one. Let's go I suggest. Donny looks at me, his mouth saying how do we get there, his thoughts saying, you really don't mean this. Actually his mouth is saying both things, but being the cool guy he is, he is game for the detour and we are still ahead of schedule for check in time at the hotel.
I find directions online and we soon see ourselves about 10 miles into the desert at the Holly Brooke Ranch so named for Jack's two daughters. The crowd is manageable, the auction has not started yet. We park and wander around taking pictures and chatting with the gal selling programs. The auctioneers are from Pennsylvania and she is already missing her two small children, who are going to be mad at her for not bringing them along. School, she explains. Home school we suggest.
Seeing is enough for me, although if we had wanted to stick around we both would have bid on a kegaerater for Bill Rea. He's been wanting one and how cool to have one from a celebrity estate. Most of the stuff is just that, stuff like all of us have. Some of it even broken stuff. The things folks will buy.
The vintage cars are cool, but it is basically too much dead (pun intended) stuff.
Back on the road we hit our first spatter of rain on the entire trip, but it is not enough to clean the car up much. At last around 3 o'clock California time we reach our hotel, check in and collapse. We did it, we have driven from coast to coast with a few nifty stops even, in just a little over two solid days.
We rock!
I find directions online and we soon see ourselves about 10 miles into the desert at the Holly Brooke Ranch so named for Jack's two daughters. The crowd is manageable, the auction has not started yet. We park and wander around taking pictures and chatting with the gal selling programs. The auctioneers are from Pennsylvania and she is already missing her two small children, who are going to be mad at her for not bringing them along. School, she explains. Home school we suggest.
Seeing is enough for me, although if we had wanted to stick around we both would have bid on a kegaerater for Bill Rea. He's been wanting one and how cool to have one from a celebrity estate. Most of the stuff is just that, stuff like all of us have. Some of it even broken stuff. The things folks will buy.
The vintage cars are cool, but it is basically too much dead (pun intended) stuff.
Back on the road we hit our first spatter of rain on the entire trip, but it is not enough to clean the car up much. At last around 3 o'clock California time we reach our hotel, check in and collapse. We did it, we have driven from coast to coast with a few nifty stops even, in just a little over two solid days.
We rock!
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