People are crazy

I once cashed out a bike for the local Pagan's President who just got out of prison for murder.
I didn't think to ask if he customized his knife - probably just as well.
Here's your bike, enjoy your evening...
 
$200 price drop offer expires in 2 days. Hurry before it's gone. $550 to $350.
I'm curious, has anyone bothered to send the seller a link to this?
18 watchers, seller must think that means there are people actually thinking about buying.
 
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In another world and in another time when I was much younger I worked in retail, yeah, I know, who didn't, right? I worked in a huge store that had a department that sold cameras and calculators of all descriptions. I once sold an accounting 10key to the treasurer of the local Hells Angels MC. True story.

Back in 1989-91ish, I once sharpened a very nice full custom side opening auto for a guy who was the secretary of the local HAMC chapter. We went to the same gym and at some point, our mutual interest in c-c-c-c-cutlery became known. Only after I started sharpening did I think about what might happen to me if I scratched the blade or otherwise damaged the knife. It was tense, because on my own knives, I almost always scratched the blade flats trying to get the bevel angle as shallow as possible. Fortunately, no mishaps that time and I returned the knife to its owner with a sharp, grabby edge.
 
Back in 1989-91ish, I once sharpened a very nice full custom side opening auto for a guy who was the secretary of the local HAMC chapter. We went to the same gym and at some point, our mutual interest in c-c-c-c-cutlery became known. Only after I started sharpening did I think about what might happen to me if I scratched the blade or otherwise damaged the knife. It was tense, because on my own knives, I almost always scratched the blade flats trying to get the bevel angle as shallow as possible. Fortunately, no mishaps that time and I returned the knife to its owner with a sharp, grabby edge.
Its important to own firearms and be trained to use them and permitted to carry them. :cool:
 
Its important to own firearms and be trained to use them and permitted to carry them. :cool:

#truth

It's a tragedy of epic proportions that "permission" is even a consideration for us. There should be no question about it. The concept that we need permission or should be "allowed" should be an unknown idea in our society, but that's a discussion for a different time and place.

My story occurred during a time when I made the foolish decision to attend graduate school at University of California at Berkeley. I asked my professors at my undergrad school where I should go to get my PhD in a fluid mechanics/heat transfer/thermodynamics-related area. They unanimously advised MIT, UC Berkeley, Stanford, and Cal Tech, which at the time were the standouts for those disciplines. My mom wouldn't let me go to MIT because she thought Boston was too dangerous (not joking), and I decided that it would be too hot at Cal Tech. When Berkeley flew me out and put me in hotels for a meet and greet, they treated me better than their counterparts at Stanford, so I chose Berkeley. This was clearly a foolish decision on my part in retrospect, but we should keep in mind that my 22 year old self was willfully ignorant of bigger issues in life than a path to professional success as a college engineering professor. I chose to ignore the importance of liberty, freedom, personal responsibility, and the dignity of the individual and concerned myself only with how could enhance my professional goals. I regret that to this day.

Anyway . . . that was some unnecessary exposition to accompany why the hell I was in California, the state in which my tale of of risk switchblade maintenance occurred. I trained at a then-famous gym in Alameda, CA, which is where I met and interacted with the owner of that knife (and several of his fellow members). The issue of being able to carry very important tools for personal safety (without severe criminal consequences) was laughable in that location then, as it remains now. At the time, it didn't matter to me (but it should have).
 
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#truth

It's a tragedy of epic proportions that "permission" is even a consideration for us. There should be no question about it. The concept that we need permission or should be "allowed" should be an unknown idea in our society, but that's a discussion for a different time and place.

My story occurred during a time when I made the foolish decision to attend graduate school at University of California at Berkeley. I asked my professors at my undergrad school where I should go to get my PhD in a fluid mechanics/heat transfer/thermodynamics-related area. They unanimously advised MIT, UC Berkeley, Stanford, and Cal Tech, which at the time were the standouts for those disciplines. My mom wouldn't let me go to MIT because she thought Boston was too dangerous (not joking), and I decided that it would be too hot at Cal Tech. When Berkeley flew me out and put me in hotels for a meet and greet, they treated me better than their counterparts at Stanford, so I chose Berkeley. This was clearly a foolish decision on my part in retrospect, but we should keep in mind that my 22 year old self was willfully ignorant of bigger issues in life than a path to professional success as a college engineering professor. I chose to ignore the importance of liberty, freedom, personal responsibility, and the dignity of the individual and concerned myself only with how could enhance my professional goals. I regret that to this day.

Anyway . . . that was some unnecessary exposition to accompany why the hell I was in California, the state in which my tale of of risk switchblade maintenance occurred. I trained at a then-famous gym in Alameda, CA, which is where I met and interacted with the owner of that knife (and several of his fellow members). The issue of being able to carry very important tools for personal safety (without severe criminal consequences) was laughable in that location then, as it remains now. At the time, it didn't matter to me (but it should have).
what year or half decade was this in? thanks.
 
#truth

I trained at a then-famous gym in Alameda, CA, which is where I met and interacted with the owner of that knife (and several of his fellow members).
Wait! You "knew" Louie??

BTW..I thought it was the Vatos MC, not "Vacos" like it says on the knife.
 
I was there from 1987-1991.




The "owner" to whom I referred was the the owner of the auto I sharpened, not Louie! I've never heard of Vatos MC or Vacos MC.
Sorry ... I need to stop perusing the forum after a couple glasses of wine ;)
 
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This thread has been fantastic. Thank you all and thank you Louie for the laughs. lol
Seriously though, if he just scratched "GEC" onto that thing he could sell it in 2 minutes here on the Exchange as a "light user GEC, $300. Price is firm!" lol
 
So tell me, what was Louie going for here? 🤨

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