- Season 18 — American Pickers

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.

"Danielle said there’s a guy named Silas out here," Mike said, checking a crumpled map. "Supposedly he’s got a barn full of and old gas station signage ." American Pickers - Season 18

Frank smirked, leaning back. "People say a lot of things, Mike. Usually, it’s just a barn full of old newspapers and raccoon nests." The white Mercedes Sprinter van hummed along a

After a tense round of "the art of the deal," handshakes were exchanged. The Indian was loaded into the van, alongside a stack of and the porcelain sign. As they drove away, the sun setting over the Blue Ridge Mountains, Mike looked in the rearview mirror at their haul. "Supposedly he’s got a barn full of and

Should I create a of the items found in this story to see how they would value in today's market?