It's the end of the world as we know it: Sahuarita, Arizona's Titan Missile Museum

Our tour guide Jim shows us the above-ground silo closure door buffer that would have slid open during a nuclear missile blast. Yikes!

These babies would look great on our Subaru Forester.

Watch your heads, please.

The high-tech launch control center.

This nice lady just blew the Ruskies to kingdom come.

Number, plee-azz.

No gift shop should be without a model of a life-size nuclear warhead-carrying missile, I always say.

On my Christmas wish list, for sure.

It's not often you get to stare World War III in the face, but a small town south of Tucson, Arizona offers just such a golden opportunity. The Titan Missile Museum is the only publicly accessible former ICBM site in our great nation. The Titan II, you'll recall, was the rocket ship loaded with a nuclear warhead that was aimed and ready to annihilate our Soviet then-enemies back in the sixties, seventies and early eighties. Sahuarita, Arizona was one of three American sites, along with Little Rock, Arkansas and Wichita, Kansas that hosted these underground doomsday machines. The potential of mutual destruction, and a healthy dose of Fail Safe-esque fear, kept the jittery peace in those chilly Cold War days. At the museum, you get a nice one-hour tour that shows the above-ground launch-duct area and the really, really thick steel doors that would have rolled open during a missile activation. You then descend 35 feet to the underground missile complex area and are treated to a simulated Titan blast where one lucky guest gets to push the make-believe missile launch button. The whole place has a distinctly retro 1960s feel, even though it wasn't decommissioned until 1982. Rotary phones and Dennison tape gun labels are de rigeur and the cast of Dr. Strangelove would not seem out of place here. The gift shop has many fine keepsakes including photos of exploding atom bombs that would look lovely in any modern bomb shelter. By the way, they don't have any nuclear warheads here, just the decommissioned missile. It's still pretty chilling, though, and you don't have to be a rocket scientist to see that that whole Cold War thingy was no joke.

Ain't Nothin' Like the Real "Thing?": Dragoon, Arizona's "The Thing?"

Hundreds of billboards beckon you.

The best $1 you'll ever spend.

Wood carvings...

...torture exhibits...

...all housed in metal outbuildings for your convenience.

Hitler's Rolls Royce (maybe), and then...

The Thing?

What is it?

You decide...they don't tell you.

Don't forget to pick up nice souvenirs at the gift shop...

...they've got some "thing" for everyone.

Along a starkly beautiful but rather lonely stretch of Interstate 10 in southern Arizona sits a classic, old fashioned, "Hey Dad, stop the car!" tourist attraction. Like South of the Border in South Carolina and Wall Drug in South Dakota, hundreds of billboards get you worked up to a roadside attraction fever pitch by the time you hit exit 322. Three metal shed-like buildings await you behind a large gas station and souvenir shop and for the bargain price of only $1 you can see their ancient and mysterious contents. The work of Ralph Gallagher, wood carver extraordinaire, is well represented here, including a "very special exhibit depicting ancient methods of torture" which is "the only one of its kind in the world" and represents "an investment of many thousand dollars." This is worth the eight-bit admission price alone, but wait...there's more! They've got a 1937 Rolls Royce "believed" to have been owned by Adolph Hitler. There's other bric-a-brac including some pottery and adding machines behind plexiglas cases, and then, in a brick case nearly at the end of your tour is The Thing?, which **SPOILER ALERT** turns out to be a an adult mummy holding a baby mummy -- a mummy and child reunion, if you will.

The Thing? has been around since 1950 and in this spot since 1965 and was the brainchild of Thomas Brinkley Prince, an attorney from California. Little information exists to the actual origin of the mummies themselves, though. Perhaps a dreaded curse will be put on the head of he who divulges its ancient and mysterious history. If it's not one Thing?, its another.

Googie Wonderland: Palm Springs, California's Visitor Center

They've got lots of cool architecture books inside.

I would have loved to have gotten a fill-up here, back in the day.

You'd be hard-pressed to find a better location to view fabulous Mid-Century Modern architecture than Palm Springs, California. When stars like Bob Hope, Frank Sinatra and Elvis Presley made Palm Springs their desert retreat, they hired big-named architects to build them wild and wonderful futuristic showpieces. The town was so architecture-conscious that even something as ordinary as a gas station was given the full Googie treatment. This is the case with the former Enco gas station on Highway 111, which is the current location of the Palm Springs Visitors Center. Designed by architects Albert Frey and Robson Chambers and built in 1965, it is a magnificent mid-century marvel, with a hyperbolic paraboloid roof that would be the envy of George Jetson. It sits at the entrance to Palm Springs and lets you know this town is a ring-a-ding-ding clambake. Out of business by the early 1990s, its fate seemed destined for the wrecking ball until it was rescued, first by investors who turned it into an art gallery, and then by the town who treated it to a $500,000 restoration. What a beautiful place this is and how great Palm Springs was to recognize it before it was too late. It's a gasser, man, a real gasser.

Unfortunately-named roadside business of the week

I'm just saying.

Hail to the Chiefs: Springfield, Massachusetts' Indian Motorcycle museum exhibit

Airbag, shmairbag...put the kids in the wicker sidecar!

High-tech Indian-motorized World War I fire power

Tell me Albert, what part of the name "Shrimp" do you find demeaning?

Helen Kiss, aka The Pink Lady

Check out this ladies' model equpped with a Gucci-like saddle bag

Jane Russell could ride an Indian like nobody's business

The Indian-powered motorized toboggan (heated seats were not an option)

Indian Motorcyles were one of many industries located in bustling Springfield, Mass.

You don't have to be a motorcycle enthusiast to get all revved up about a cool permanent exhibit at the outstanding Museum of Springfield History in Springfield, Massachusetts. The Esta Manthos Indian Motorcycle Collection features more than two dozen antique motorcycles that were produced by the then-politically-okay-to-be-named Indian Motorcycle Company's huge Springfield factory from 1901-1953. Looking at these magnificent bikes and the crazy things people did with them, you can't help but think that people certainly were a lot tougher 100 years ago than we are today. Seatbelts? Go fry ice. Airbags? So's your old man. And women were no slouches back then either, as the Motor Maids of America will attest. They even had an Indian-motorized toboggan back in 1945. So here's to you, Springfield. This exhibit is a real feather in your cap.

There's snow place like Washington, DC

Click on these, they're big files and make for good reading.

As our nation's capital and the rest of the mid-Atlantic region digs out from feet and feet of snow, we at Eccentric Roadside would like to say we feel your pain with this snappy, happy travel brochure, through the courtesy of my kind co-worker Doug. The illustration style would indicate that it's from the sixties or so. I love this style...so loose, casual and HAPPY. Let's tour, tour, tour, people!

Pump and Circumstance: Bisbee, Arizona's Indian Motorcycle building

Bisbee, Arizona sits 90 miles southeast of Tucson in the Mule Mountains on the Mexican border and is a very cool place. It was a huge mining town in the early 1900s and had the largest population between San Francisco and St. Louis at that time. Bisbee continued to be a mining community until the 1970s but today it is mostly known as a funky and free-spirited artist community. You could spends days walking around taking pictures of all the cool old Victorian buildings and their colorful inhabitants and their pursuits, the most spectacular of which is the Shady Dell vintage travel trailer park, which I'll get to in a future post.

We got onto a quiet avenue somewhat ironically called Main Street that led us to some beautifully melancholy street scenery. Several posts are needed to do it all justice, so here's the first one. We spotted an abandoned-looking (save for a satellite dish) red brick building with a gorgeous Indian Motorcycle sign painted on its exterior. Out front were two old Texaco pumps and a 1940s yellow Chrysler taxi cab, all just sitting there for the benefit of no one in particular. I love places like this, seeming caught in a time vacuum while the rest of the world hurries by.