When Don Sherwood and I made out trek into Oregon and beyond in search of pumps I was the same way. We drove for hours and I was checking every inch of the landscape. I thought I was going to puke most of the time, my eyes were sore and I was dizzy. I thought every old heap of metal was a cash recorder!
In the end it always seemed Don was the one to spot one, he is good.

I remember the good old days when gold was worth more than rust!