Thursday, June 16, 2011
Because it was necessary, that's why.
Today was field trip day. Some friends and I went to a U-Pull-It salvage yard about an hour North of home. Male bonding, pass me a tea, your truck smells funny... that kind of thing.
Between the four of us, we captured parts for Chevrolet, Ford, Oldsmobile, Mercury, and Corvair.
Now, as I was walking the rows of cars interned in the 'ancient' section, my wandering eye zeroed in on these:
They were laying in the backseat of a 60's era... um.... Volvo, I think. At least, they were laying on the mess that would have been the backseat area. The car had no windows left, so reaching them was a matter of leaning over and poking around a little.
I had this vision of a clockmaker toddling along, and getting sideswiped in an accident... his extra parts box going to the yard with the car. Then, noting the precision gears are rather large for a clock, I had another thought. Someplace.... somewhere... somewhen..... Robby is going "Whir.. BZZzzttt.... clunk... SCREEECH...... Damn"
In any case, I carefully gathered all you see from the wreckage and carried them along in some found coffee cups. It cost me $5 to liberate them from their prison grounds. At home, a run through the ultrasonic cleaner and then out to dry.
What will I do with them? I really have no idea. They may end up involved in some artwork. They may... just live in a cigar box till I have a burning desire for tiny gearing. No matter what I do with them, it's better than letting the rust weasels get them, or having them go to the crusher.
Bobbi will understand why I had to buy them.