Coop's Corner: So Much To See

Sunday, January 6, 2019

So Much To See

I've been invited I don't know how many times and just couldn't find a way to justify the 2 hour one way tip on a Sunday but this year was different. My email invitation arrived so I forwarded that to numerous friends that I was quite positive either didn't know about the event or wouldn't be receiving an invitation of their own. Responses started coming back....."Doug, we'll be in ______ ".....or ...."I'll be busy with ______".

Then, "...take a bunch of pictures and Post them on your blog". So, feeling a huge and responsible commitment, I acquiesced and made the trip to the west of Minneapolis to carry out my duty. There are a LOT of images here, though if you enjoy the content, not TOO many. Now you've been warned!

I know almost nothing about most of the items shown......I know people that DO however so if you see something you have a question about......

Some great background here.

If you care in the least about the subject matter, I'd strongly encourage you to look at these images full size on a large screen. That might go at least a little ways towards making up for my poor photography.

My finger.....

My brother and I, with our parents, toured the USS Missouri while she was in Bremerton, Washington. I can still remember the massive 16" guns on deck. From Wikipedia..... Missouri's main battery consisted of nine 16 in (406 mm)/50 cal Mark 7 guns, which could fire 2,700 lb (1,200 kg) armor-piercing shells some 20 mi (32.2 km).

I don't remember these at all!

23 comments:

RogerJanuary 6, 2019 at 8:05 PM
Wow!! Whatever I did today pales in comparison - I have got to get to this place! I wouldn't kill for that Thruxton, but maybe some maiming....Thank you, Doug!
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redlegsridesJanuary 6, 2019 at 8:10 PM
Quite impressive, that 16" projo. Quite the collection of stuff as well, I think I'd like to visit the place.
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MikeJanuary 6, 2019 at 10:06 PM
Nice Dodge Dart!
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FJRickJanuary 6, 2019 at 10:50 PM
Exelent photos Doug! Thanks for forwarding the e-mail invite to this event it was AMAZING!!! My son Chad, his friend Justin, Mark, and I had a Blast discovering some of the cool things displayed and meeting some new and very interesting people too! We all had a Fantastic experience! We will return!!!
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motormikeJanuary 7, 2019 at 4:54 AM
Always a entertaining event.. it's almost impossible to take it all in and with all the food no one is go'n home hungry.
The number and types of machines on display change each year... last year.. army half track and Ford 64' Sprint... this year a Dart and Jag... luv the Jag but there were built for tweed jacketed Brit's.. not well fed gringos.
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UnknownJanuary 7, 2019 at 5:17 AM
Thanks for the pics, looks like it would take hours to look at all that stuff, very impressive collection
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Speed BumpJanuary 7, 2019 at 5:47 AM
Great pictures! It is like stepping back in time. There is something for everyone to see,,,quite nostalgic...great food & music.
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UnknownJanuary 7, 2019 at 2:13 PM
darn I forgot about that I wanted to go
maybe next year
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MikeJanuary 7, 2019 at 6:25 PM
Mom had a Desoto with the fins.And she bought a new 1964 dodge dart wagon.Put a lot of miles on that car.Had a dodge dart gt convertible too.
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MikeJanuary 7, 2019 at 6:30 PM
Slant 6 might be back. There's room for a turbo charger on that side of the engine.
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RichardMJanuary 8, 2019 at 6:21 PM
Great pictures. I had a hard time trying to figure out what kind of event this was. I like the Lucas poster...
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TrobairitzJanuary 12, 2019 at 8:53 AM
Wow, how long could one wander though there and still miss a ton of good stuff? I think you did it justice. Thanks for sharing.
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Then she walked down the farther side of the slope and was gone. ------Margaret Snyder from A Chosen Valley

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