It all started back in 1995 while Dave Muehsam was busy running his television editing business in Burbank, California called West Coast Post. One of his customers was a gentleman who for now shall remain nameless, but had managed to aquire quite a bit of wealth producing "Railfan" videos out of a shop in Pasadena. Now, for those of you who don't know what a railfan is, generally speaking, it's a person who is interested in trains- or a fan of the railroad. Big trains, small trains, real trains, model trains, steam trains, electric trains, diesel trains, narrow-gauge or regular and yes, you guessed it, even trolleys and streetcars too. At that time, I was involved in what's called the "service" business. What that means is, your customers come to you, you provide a service, your customer leaves and then you send them a bill. A month or so later if you did a good job and your customer is happy, you get a check in the mail. Meanwhile, my Railfan video client is sitting in his office opening his mail, filling orders and depositing checks all on the same day. Pretty smart.

Shortly thereafter the proverbial lightbulb came on over my head and I said, "That's it! I need a product! Many products." Not wishing to compete with one of my own customers, I started spending all of my free time thinking of the perfect subject for a series of special-interest/home entertainment videos that I could produce and sell. This coincided with a period in my life when I was trying to do my part to reduce smog in Southern California and so ironicly, I was taking the train from Chatsworth where I lived, 25 miles to Burbank where I worked. Every morning, if I happened to be on the right side of the train in, or the left side of the train home, I would spot this lonely old, beat-up looking farm tractor sitting abandoned in what was most likely an orange grove 50 years earlier. It looked red, but that might have been rust.

Every day, I'd see this old tractor sitting out in the hot sun or the cold rain, it's perceived usefulness exhausted. All but abandoned by its owner. Then one day I heard about an event being held in Glendale, Arizona by a group called the Arizona Early Day Gas Engine and Tractor Association. Turns out this is part of a national organization (EDGE& of gentlemen and ladies who share a love of all things that are old, greasy, smelly, noisy, mechanical and above all else, exemplify man's ingenuity in continually improving and increasing his productivity.

To be continued... A new venture is born-