Remember the yard sale sign I saw yesterday?

As a joke I sent that to my kids and told them I had seen a vision of their future.

Anyways, I went back over there yesterday with some cash and more time.

I picked up an antique Delta Vertical Band saw for a hundred bucks.

The guy wanted two hundred. Told ya they were wanting crazy money for their junk.

Solid cast iron, even the wheel covers.

The old electric motor is seized but I haven’t had time to look at it yet. I have another motor if need be. It needs LOTS of cleaning up first anyway.

They loaded it for me but then I had to drive a half hour and go get Jesse to help me get it unloaded and in the garage. It went good. They had set the front on the tire off the Sprite and we just drug it out and flipped it down onto a large moving dolly, then rolled it in the garage. After that, Jesse said he wanted to go back over there and dig through a giant pile of old Chain saws because he wanted a small one.

While he was haggling with the guy, I stood in one place and started taking pictures in a circle. Mind you, the place is probably two acres total but this just PART of the back yard. I never did get around to seeing all of it.

The next time someone accuses me of being a hoarder I’m going to show them these pictures.

There ain’t a damn thing wrong with me compared to that nightmare.

The guy told me that they had already hauled off SIXTY TONS!

It didn’t even put a dent in it. There was still a barn farther out and even more crap beyond that!

Like I said, I didn’t get that far.

He also told me that somewhere out there was a frame for an airplane and the engine!!

On top of the two wrecked cars, fifty motorcycles and more lawnmowers than I could count.

He had two “Sheds” out back with tarps over them. Right next to one was a pile of old chainsaws. He had even more in one of the sheds that he was working on. Jesse found an old Stihl. A small one he wants to take when he goes camping. The guy wanted TWO FIFTY for it and it doesn’t even run!

I told him when we pulled up to haggle like hell with the guy and he did exactly that.

After we got it back here, he spent at least an hour just cleaning it up.

It’s got really good compression so the rest will be pretty easy. He looked it up and there are still scads of parts available for it and they are dirt cheap.

He couldn’t get any spark out of it and the carb needs to be replaced but I figure we can get it going again for a little over sixty bucks and that includes a new bar and chain.

So he was happy.

I also picked up a small, 3 gallon Craftsman air compressor yesterday for twenty bucks. I drained the oil out of it and refilled it. It fired right up so I got a good deal on that anyway.

I basically ran my ass off all weekend and I’m beat. I had to put gas in the truck twice since last Wednesday I have been running around so much.

I’m looking forward to cleaning up that old band saw and getting it going but at this point I am going to forget I ever saw that place.

I did wish them the best of luck. They are going to need it.

I didn’t even get to finish my coffee yesterday before I had to start doing a bunch of shit.

The Wifely Unit and her 2 boys took off for Seattle early this morning to go watch the Deahawks play. Her youngest, The Kid, brought over the new to him Kia Soul I worked on a couple weeks ago and I replaced some funky battery terminal for him and put a couple 0three different affitives in his fresh oil to see if it can get a slight oil burning problem under control. We’ll see of it helped any when they get back because it’s a long ways from hereto Seattle and Back.

Then I went to pick up Jesse who is a good twenty minutes away but he didn’t have his phone on him and had taken off to the store with his girlfriend. So I went from there to the dump, another twenty minutes away and back to get him and then back here. We screwed around and were headed to the gun range but on the way saw this and had to take a detour.

Holy Mother Of God were they not kidding.

At least an acre and sixty years worth of collecting. I have never seen so many weed Whackers in one place in my entire life and that was just one item. Hit and Miss Engines, Old Tools, Motorcycles, cars, Old Machinery, if you can imagine it, it was there, in quantity. Unfortunately, the people running the sale are wanting Stupid Money for EVERYTHING.

I did grab a small, portable air compressor for 20 bucks and there is an antique vertical Band Saw I made an offer on I may go back and look at again today but other than that, I’m not paying HALF the money they were asking for JUNK!

After that side quest, we did finally manage to get to the range and after a bunch of registering and bullshit I finally got to pop the Cherries on the 2 pistols I bought recently and an AR-15 I built.

Since everything was running Open Sights, I didn’t run them very far down the range so my elevation was off but I did have decent grouping. Decent for me as the last time I went shooting was at least 7 or 8 years ago and I can’t see for shit anymore.

I didn’t get home until about 7:30 and by then I was exhausted from running around all day. I got up early this morning because The Wifely Unit told me I had a birthday party to go to for a 4 year old cousin. So I grabbed a gift and headed up there only to be greeted by an empty parking lot. I made a phone call, was informed the party is NEXT weekend, let out a string of curses and came back home to have some breakfast. Now that nobody is here wanting me to do shit, I have a laundry list of shit I want to get done out in the garage.

No rest for the wicked eh?

I’m starting ti think I was Gehngis Kahn in a previous life.