I went to Gillette, Wyoming to see some big rigs. That was cool, but I also stopped in the Frontier Auto Museum downtown. My text conversation with a friend after I walked in and paid the nominal entrance fee summed it up.
“Dude, I’m in the coolest car museum I’ve been to in years. Seriously.”
“How’s your blood pressure?”
“I can’t feel my toes right now. I had to tie a bandanna around my head to hold my mouth shut. I keep yelling ‘HOLY SH*T’ every time I see something.”