Well, it was another early morning getting ready for the Keene swap meet. Drizzly raw day, slow set up due to shitty weather. Herb and I didn't know what time the gates opened, so we guessed 7am was safe. Oh yeah, 9am. Try to kill 2 hours in downtown Keene after you'd already had breakfast. Head to Wal-Mutt's boring shitty magazine section that consists of bad bike mags and other assorted short attention span periodicals.
We were able to walk through the gates at 8:45 and hit up anyone that had their goods unpacked. Sooner or later we were able to find some swapheads that had the "any piece for $1 bins". Bingo. I'll collect junk like this forever even if I never use it, which will probably be the case. Herb has a disease that makes him but more pegs than he'll ever need. I can't stop myself from buying narrowglide front ends and axles I can't use. My swap partner in crime scores what we believe to be an original Bates pillion pad and a $10 authentic Wassel tank. Lucky bastard. Oh, the french fries are killer.