Move over buddy, yer gonna have some company for a while I think.
So in my last post, I was hinting around about a potential score that I had found on the local Craigslist at quarter to four in the morning and couldn’t believe someone hadn’t already snatched that deal up as is what happens to me 99% of the time.
Once again, The Good Lord smiled upon my stupid little ass and I did actually manage to hook up with the guy forty miles away and seal the deal.
I think I did alright by this one, these things are getting hard to find in the first place and they are generally clapped the hell out and way over priced.
As I recall, the last three or four that I have seen in the last six to eight months had an asking price that started at $300 and two of them were being offered for $450 so I think $125 was a steal in this case.
It’s not something I really need at this point, I have just wanted one for about 5 years now.
So whattya think?
It came with two brand new blades and even a hunk of channel iron that the guy had cut off making sure it worked.
Of course now I have to find a place to put it in that already over flowing garage.
That ain’t the worst of it though.
Oh Hell No.
This guy lived way the hell out in the boonies off of the freeway in a gorgeous house with a four car garage that was literally as big as the house.
When he opened the garage door I saw the nose of a 50 Ford something sitting behind in him in the process of being restored. I didn’t get a good look but I want to say it was a convertible.
When I pointed at it he said that was for sale also.
It sounded to me like this guy had way too many projects of his own and was doing a little down sizing.
Anyway, his driveway was pretty damn steep,narrow and actually did a 180 degree turn at the bottom of the hill to get into his place and I had met him and followed him back to his place to even get there so I wasn’t paying a lot of attention to things when I pulled in.
I paid him the money, said goodbye and started pulling down the driveway to make the turn and start climbing the hill when some things caught my eye off to one side.
Very Rusty Things.
I swear I have a built in magnet for that shit.
I spied at least 3 old Hit and Miss engines laying there he was using as yard decorations, among some other antique pieces.
I couldn’t stop myself.
He saw me hit the brakes and then saw the back up lights come on so he startwd wandering over to see what was up.
I stuck my head out the window and says that I see these Hit and Miss engines, what would he maybe want for one of those?
I was expecting some ridiculous answer but he only thought about it for a second before he says that he thinks one of them that is laying there scattered all apart is mostly all there and he’ll take $75 for it.
Where’s the nearest ATM machine?
A couple miles back next to the freeway is a little Truck Stop and they should have one he says.
I’ll be right back.
So yeah, like I already don’t have enough projects to keep me out of the taverns for the rest of my natural life, I just had to have the rusty carcass of a 1916 Ottawa Hit and Miss engine.
That is no miss spelling and this is what they look like before they are tore apart and thrown in the dirt for fifty years.
This is what I drug home.
The Wifely Unit ain’t wise to any of this, yet.
She has pretty much given up at this point I think.
There is still the very real possibility me and Fido might be roomies for a while yet though.