that's a little part of the reason I brought the thread back, Keith, plus my pondering on whether the market is going into the toilet for buyers instead of sellers, unlike what I originally thought, in that people might just be holding on to their knives and not wanting to lose money on them, and/or supply might dry up due to other larger economic factors. Just a different angle, but who really knows?
When we first started talking about this stuff, the stock market etc hadn't had its melt down, so things have changed quite a bit, (more for some than for others). Also, the US dollar experienced a surge during the time. Election time always screws around with how people consume commodities, and how much they travel, (tourism season SUCKED this year when it came to US tourists, very few. Fortunately, lots of well to do Albertans picked up the slack and rented bikes from me enough to make it worth the PITA).
The surge in value of the greenback has definitely affected my ability to buy handmade American knives, and that was meagre at best while the dollar was on par. Unless the price of knives drops by 20% I won't be able to afford the American made knives I want for somewhat longer than I anticipated. I already had to put off my one, lonely order, and I'm going to very carefully prioritize who I want to get knives from, from here on in. In that sense, the aftermarket AND the primary market went down the toilet for me, at least if I'm wanting to do business across our border. I think I'm just going to learn to make knives for myself. It can't be that hard.

Just kidding, but not really.
All I can say is that I'm very lucky and glad that I was able to cancel the order I had going since this time last year, or else it would have cost an additional 15-20%, or $300-$350, and that would have sucked, especially in light of the bleak financial possibilities we all may be facing. As far as I'm concerned, it was a wicked knife that I wanted so much and waited so long for, only to watch in horror as it got flushed down the toilet.
Worst part is, I flushed it. Reminds me of a time near Lake Tahoe, where a trippy hippy we picked up got us super stoned and gave us a bag of weed, while we were on our way to Santa Cruz for no good reason, other than to ride. I got so paranoid we'd get caught with it, I flushed it down the toilet of some rest stop somewhere, where these family's were having little picnics.
To this day, I slap my forehead in disbelief that I was able to give in to the paranoia. It was amazing grass, and I flushed it down the toilet! But it was a good lesson which I'll take with me always.

Just kidding. But not really

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