There used to be a place just outside of Las Vegas proper called "Buck's war surplus" that the teen version of me would go to and imagine what I would do with a

There used to be a place just outside of Las Vegas proper called "Buck's war surplus" that the teen version of me would go to and imagine what I would do with all that neat stuff. They got the top turret from a B17 once which I thought would make a nice addition to a large car. Nothing like pointing twin 50's at the traffic jam to encourage it to move along. Alas, I did not have the means to convert such speculation into rolling hardware.