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July / August 2016 28 zipping into Alaska would have grabbed the attention of our air defense command. On a cloudy, blustery April day, several hundred onlookers and a handful of folks with well stocked bank accounts motored over to KCI Auto Auctions in north Kansas City. Seldom does one find at one location this many super bikes and cars unless you frequent a Hollywood nightclub. First the bikes paraded past the auctioneers stand, usually spending less than 5 minutes be- tween "here we have", and "sold!!" Many a tattooed and leather jacketed arm was raised to signify their bids. Women of various ages and dress were peppered throughout the crowd; however, none made an effort to bid. Some could be seen whispering in their companion's ear, probably urging them to cease bidding. Before the car bidding began, I wandered over to the row of super cars waiting their fate. There they sat on the cold, damp, as- phalt. This group of macho looking cars ap- peared emasculated as they squatted under the gloomy clouds. The white 911 seemed the most demure of the group, like a puppy cowering in a corner after a scolding. The Porsche pined for open back country roads, waiting for a driver to unleash its' race bred potential. Soon, like prisoners being led to the gal- lows, the super cars were driven before the auctioneer. The cars parted the crowd in Moses like fashion, rumbling to a stop, one at a time before the auctioneer's podi- um. There the cold, scowling gaze of the U.S. Marshal scanned the crowd. I think the Marshal's taste catered more to Crown Vic's than what was before him. After a few quick comments about the provenance of the car in front of him, the auctioneer began his sing-song sell. Some sold, only a few did not. The Ford GT claimed top selling honors at $285,000. Fi- nally, the little white 911 crept before the masses, its headlights searching the crowd for a new and compassionate owner. In just a little over the time it takes to do a lap at Heartland Park, the 911 was adopted for the price of $104,000. This was perhaps a bar- gain, but not a steal, no pun intended. As the taillights of the 911 faded in to the