A favorite hat embroidered with "Bow River Drilling" somewhere in Alberta, (lost that in the San Juans years later), a big heavy log chain binder (that I could've used back on the farm) and I hung it on a highway sign somewhere on the U.P., several complete sets of motorcycle tools (metric!) that evidentially slid out of their metal compartments, a baby shoe and wooden heart that became my "protection" totems. Nowadays it has to be really weird to get me to stop unless it's a shiny bright tool like the recent finds of a Snap-On combo wrench, Stanley breaker bar, etc. I'm just a sucker for shiny bright objects.