American Pickers - Season 18 〈FRESH〉

Across the aisle, Frank was already knee-deep in a pile of wooden crates. He pulled out a pristine, double-sided for a local soda company that had gone bust in the fifties. "Found the meat, Mike. This is a five-hundred-dollar bill all day long."

"Frank, look at the tanks on this," Mike whispered, his fingers hovering just inches from the metal. "This is the 'Holy Grail' of the mid-west." American Pickers - Season 18

The white Mercedes Sprinter van hummed along a backroad in rural , the kind of road where the mailboxes are more rust than metal. Inside, Mike Wolfe and Frank Fritz were squinting through the windshield, scanning the horizon for the telltale signs of a "honey hole"—overgrown barns, stacks of weathered wood, or the skeletal remains of a vintage tractor. Across the aisle, Frank was already knee-deep in