About The Relics On Wolf Mountain 

Up here on Wolf Mountain there’s a treasure trove of artifacts, auto parts, tools, vehicles, and one-off oddities that only a picker could love; well, a picker and Wolf anyway.

Wolf is the mountain’s namesake and prime inhabitant. He is a reclusive friend of animals and a borderline genius cum automotive mastermind, cum liquor and beer connoisseur, cum amateur historian and beekeeper, cum undiscovered chef and, pound for pound, probably the strongest man you ever met in his day.

Over the decades, Wolf carted countless loads of collectibles up here that now occupy some of his 20 acres. You can add cum hoarder to the list above because Wolf has a penchant for hanging on to everything.

You Can’t Take It With You

Ah well, time catches up and Wolf has reluctantly accepted the fact that you can’t take it with you. And if the aphorism usually applied to cash is indeed true, then it is even more true that you can’t take acres of stuff, as George Carlin called it.

A fair amount of Wolf’s stuff is left over from his Mercedes and Porsche repair shop down in the city. Even then he was a bit reclusive, having never hung out a sign or advertised, yet he was always busy.

Don’t misinterpret this and expect one of those car dealer’s parts department storage facilities coming on auction lately. It’s nothing like that up here. Anything in its original box is likely to have somewhat dog-eared packaging by now so don’t get your expectations over the top.

Nearly everything up here is old and your best bet is to browse the Stuff Page to get a realistic perception of what is available. Nothing is sugar coated. If anything, the rule is to under-promise and over-deliver. Wolf wouldn’t have it any other way.