Friday at Auction Finds is readers’ questions day. I try to guide readers to resources for them to determine the value of their items. I’m not able to appraise their treasures, but I can do…
Category: Vehicles
When I saw the pink motorcycle parked out front of the auction house, I thought Mary Kay. She was the entrepreneur who for a time gave a pink Caddy to folks who sold a gazillion of…
Fridays at Auction Finds is readers’ questions day. I try to guide readers to resources for them to determine the value of their items. I’m not able to appraise their treasures, but I can do…
The beautiful stout car was sitting silently in the corner of a room at the auction house, calling my name without speaking a word, but I ignored it. I already had a car around its…
The woman appeared to be genuinely stumped. Hanging on a pegboard on a wall in front of her were several metal frames with elongated curved lines. She wasn’t sure what they were. They’re car grills,…
A baby-girl pink Sky Princess tricycle
Posted in Children, collectibles, Toys, and Vehicles
As I rounded the corner at the auction house, the pastel pink color finger-snapped my eyes toward its direction. A girl’s tricycle with a tail fin reminiscent of a vintage airplane practically shone before me in this…
I spotted the racing car as soon as I turned the corner. Its slender body, low to the floor, took up a large block of space inside the frame of a mattress-less bed. Its orange…
A sexy red Ford T-bird convertible
Posted in Vehicles
When I walked through the auction house door, all I could see to my right was red and chrome. The metallic finish of the car sparkled under the overhead lights, and I could see myself letting…
Are those plastic car grills?
Posted in Vehicles
Car grills, I thought as I spotted stacks of them on a counter in the box-lot room at an auction house recently. Now that was unusual. I’ve seen cars put up for auction. I’ve seen…
Traveling by Trailways & Greyhound
Posted in Black history, civil rights movement, travel, and Vehicles
My childhood friend Beatrice and I stood by the side of the road, looking, searching for that familiar red-and-cream-colored Trailways bus. We were teens then, headed to the big town of Macon, GA, to see…