Basically, this was as close to a real-life Wonka factory as it gets. Secret location? Check. Eccentric Recluse? Check. Oompa-loompas? Ummm...not really, but he does have one helper-guy helping him out. I was hoping all the other visitors would be eliminated in one way or another, leaving only Daisy and I to inherit the place. No such luck.
Mr Jalopy has managed to acquire crazy-old-hotrodder-guy-who-just-died quantities of junk. While the quantity is certainly impressive it's the quality of his junk that sets Mr Jalopy apart.
A wall of metal containers:
A glass case full of Gauges:
A great collection of large-size jackstands:
He's in the process of Frankensteining two fluid-coupling dynos together, the detailed workings of which he was happy to lecture:
Don't think that just because Mr Jalopy is such a ravenous collector that he's incapable of vetting his possessions (for a price, that is):
There is one problem with the crowd that assembled for the event...they almost all fit the same description. I was trying to describe someone to Daisy on the way home, and it went a little something like this:
"You remember, the guy with the kinda shaggy beard?"
"Ummm..."
"He had glasses"
"Not helping"
Case in point:
A look around that picture shows the assortment of scruffy-faced gentlemen (and a few not-so scruffy ladies) that were in attendance.
Your reward for reading or scrolling all the way to the end is a set of links to pictures of the event. (The last one's mine)
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