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The only thing most seem to care about anymore is the almighty dollar.
Two weeks back our town had a citywide garage sale and one prospective buyer spotted my motorcycle in the driveway, he inquired and was told that it wasn't for sale. Not a moment later he was banging on my door (I"m in the back apartment) and was asking what I'd take for it... sorry not for sale was met with increasing offers to buy it until I asked him to leave and closed the door. I later found out he was a parts broker who buys up old bikes, mine isn't exactly a cherry of a machine, a 1981 Yamaha SECA XJ750R I bought from the previous owner who was going to "restore it" and instead got in over his head. I paid $1000 for six milk crates full of parts and set about putting the puzzle back together again. That was 9550 miles ago. To me it wasn't about the money. Sure I could have accepted his $4500 offer and found another one but that would have been nothing more than an appliance. The SECA was bought on the trust of the word given by the previous owner and that is worth more than gold. My Drake TR4 is basically the same... both of them. The one came from a recent silent key who I got to know over the years. A retired Northwest Airlines A&P who liked to collect old CB radios. Most were 23 channel boxes from the 1970's but there were a few gems, the Drake TR4 was under a stack of base stations and covered in cigarette smoke filth. A pitiful site that I did a write-up on bringing it back to life on the Smokstak under the Amateur Radio section in a thread I call "On The Bench". I'm known as Pentode over there so go check out how the others and myself keep the old stuff alive. So the point here is I really don't care about the money. I'm not known for selling the what I have, only making room for more. |
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