Jul. 28th, 2023 11:25 am
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mcnutcaseHaving a very garage/estate sale long weekend this one. I actually got to start yesterday with a sale that had a description that looked worryingly flipper-ish. Nope. Hoarder. So there was a literal ton of old planes too rusted out to be worth anything but weighing in for scrap, multiple boxes full of try-squares, basically a whole lot of garbage. But there was some gold; I scored a nice low-angle block plane with all the fruit, a decent spokeshave, and a very nice sliding bevel.
And then, this morning. Kicked off with a flake; showed up, nobody there, no sign of a sale, screw it. Next! More stuff, not that that was a high bar, but nothing I could really use. Nex- oooh, wait, that's a sandwich board for a rummage sale at the church I'm about to pass on my way to the next sale? I have time, they're a late start, let's do this. Half a dozen assorted files and rasps, dollar each, yes please. Ooh, they have a guitar... it's a no-name knockoff Strat, the neck is shaped like a banana, and they want $75 for it. Pass. And even with a hard case, I don't need another ukulele. But, ooh, these are some things... selection of potentiometers, nice three-way pickup switch, ooh, a bone saddle blank, and a new in box headstock clip tuner? And none of these are priced. I'll see what they ask. Turns out, a dollar a go on all that. Scoring a single genuine CTS pot for a dollar would be great, and the switch on its own is like a $20 part. This is a situation in which one accepts the offer and leaves. Last sale was a bust, but it's OK. I got treasure from an unexpected source.
Now to plot out what route I'll be driving tomorrow. There are a half dozen sales I know about.
And then, this morning. Kicked off with a flake; showed up, nobody there, no sign of a sale, screw it. Next! More stuff, not that that was a high bar, but nothing I could really use. Nex- oooh, wait, that's a sandwich board for a rummage sale at the church I'm about to pass on my way to the next sale? I have time, they're a late start, let's do this. Half a dozen assorted files and rasps, dollar each, yes please. Ooh, they have a guitar... it's a no-name knockoff Strat, the neck is shaped like a banana, and they want $75 for it. Pass. And even with a hard case, I don't need another ukulele. But, ooh, these are some things... selection of potentiometers, nice three-way pickup switch, ooh, a bone saddle blank, and a new in box headstock clip tuner? And none of these are priced. I'll see what they ask. Turns out, a dollar a go on all that. Scoring a single genuine CTS pot for a dollar would be great, and the switch on its own is like a $20 part. This is a situation in which one accepts the offer and leaves. Last sale was a bust, but it's OK. I got treasure from an unexpected source.
Now to plot out what route I'll be driving tomorrow. There are a half dozen sales I know about.