In the 1950s and 60s, my grandparents owned Split Rock Farm, just down the road from Hawkeye's great collection of mechanical wonders, and a stone's throw from Nancy's Shamrock Inn.  One day while sitting on the porch, a stripped down antique car chassis sped past, the driver in a huge fur coat and flowing whiskers.  "That's Hawkeye", was the explanation from Grandpa.  Eventually my brothers and I worked up the courage to pay him a visit, and we were delighted with a tour of his cars, fire trucks and boats.  A true original, Hawkeye and all he represented will be missed.