Frank smirked, leaning back. "People say a lot of things, Mike. Usually, it’s just a barn full of old newspapers and raccoon nests."
"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. Frank smirked, leaning back