Here it is. Looks old(er). Not a pedal wheel. It has a 1/2 hp motor hooked up to it. I moved all of the lumber stuck between it and the Ford and dragged it out so I could get a look at it. After searching for a bit, I found an extension chord and (amazingly) an outlet. I plugged it in with no expectations, but she wwwhhhhhhhheeeeerreeeeddd to life. The stone itself had a pretty harsh dip in it, but it left me inspired.
A month later, I was out antiquing with the family units in Morrison. We stopped by a place called El Mercado on the main drag. It is the type of place you can visit a thousand times and overlook what you wanted 999 times. Sure enough, I ran across a stone. I asked the lady who owns/runs the store how much she wanted. She said $75.00. While I had rarely seen a stone in that good of shape, I had to chew on it.
"If I'da wanted $50.00, I'da asked $50.00."
Ugh. I love to wheel and deal, but she was solid. 100-years-old-and-I'll-sit-here-another-hundred-years-and-stare-at-it solid. I drove to Morrison that morning and bought the wheel. The ol' lady that runs the joint is pretty good at sales and managed to sucker me into a bicycle seat for my getup as well.
She then cracked, "Ya know, son, I could get $200 bucks fer that thing if I'da had the pedal outfit as well."
I replied, "Saw one yesterday at the Armadillo. They wanted $250."
She squinted at me. "Better off buyin' mine, ain'tcha?"
Pax Domini Sit Semper Vobiscum,
Mike, Oscar, Hotel.....out.