Long time no see, eh?
After a long time of waiting. As stated in October 2016...
...I found an ad. Priced way too high. So I waited, knowing no-one would buy this for the asking price. And last week, the price had finally dropped enough. This didn't mean waiting was over.
It must have been one of the worst buying experiences ever. If I had not desired to buy this very much, I would have thrown the towel and gone home. After a week of text messages, I agreed to meet the seller at 13°° yesterday. I was to call him 1h before arrival, he'd throw the thing in his van and would tell me where he is. well, ok. Bit sketchy, but what do I know what a busy bloke he is.
So - after a quick detour through what looked like the the pre-judice lead image of far eastern Europe...
...I called him 1h prior to my estimated arrival. He's still busy working, I should take my time (remeber this!), he'd need at least 2h to be ready. Oh well... So I continued to drive towards my assumed destination, not having an adress - just the name of a town. If he had thrown the hting in his van, why not tell me where he is? Anyway. I drove around for a bit, took a walk in the park. Got me something to eat & drink. And after 2.5h had gone - I called him again. Yeah, well - he's just finished work. It would take him at most 30-45 minutes. He doesn't know the adress of his storage unit, he'll find out.
So I waited. Half an hour. One hour. After one and a quarter hour, I had enough and headed back home... About 1 3/4h after the last contact, I received a text with a location. At first I didn't care. I wanted this thing, but enough is enough, I almost didn't care anymore. Almost. But a couple of kilometers later, I reprogrammed the sat nav. I was about 35 minutes away from the location. Sheeeeiiit. I had waited so long, driven all the way - screw it.
I texted him back in his style; "Ok". And took the next exit on the Autobahn. 15 minutes later I receive a text "how long will it take you?". Fvck you, blöödy cvnt!!!
Anyway, I arrived at a container unit, the bloke was actually OK - we lifted the thing into my car - and off he went. Probably cursing me for taking my time...
On the way home, waiting wasn't over - I got cought in a major traffic jam for over one hour.
The guy told me he's just closed his garage (just? He advertised all the stuff in October last year...). I was not surprised at all, given his ability to get his sh!t together. If the thing wasn't so rare and in apparently good condition, I would have given up much earlier. However, this is only the second Hydro Crab I ever saw for sale... I had to have it. and it's in much nicer condition as my other Hydro Crab - and came with the original pump lever! Which was my main reson for buying it. So all in all - I was still in a good mood, knowing I finally had it in the back of my car.
More later, when I figured out a way to get this thing out of the boot... It must weigh close to 150kg, if not more. You can barely lift it with 2 persons.
Cheers,
Jan
After a long time of waiting. As stated in October 2016...
Apart from that I've not had time to either tinker with or buy more Steinbocks. But I just found an very interessting ad the other day - let's see...
...I found an ad. Priced way too high. So I waited, knowing no-one would buy this for the asking price. And last week, the price had finally dropped enough. This didn't mean waiting was over.
It must have been one of the worst buying experiences ever. If I had not desired to buy this very much, I would have thrown the towel and gone home. After a week of text messages, I agreed to meet the seller at 13°° yesterday. I was to call him 1h before arrival, he'd throw the thing in his van and would tell me where he is. well, ok. Bit sketchy, but what do I know what a busy bloke he is.
So - after a quick detour through what looked like the the pre-judice lead image of far eastern Europe...
...I called him 1h prior to my estimated arrival. He's still busy working, I should take my time (remeber this!), he'd need at least 2h to be ready. Oh well... So I continued to drive towards my assumed destination, not having an adress - just the name of a town. If he had thrown the hting in his van, why not tell me where he is? Anyway. I drove around for a bit, took a walk in the park. Got me something to eat & drink. And after 2.5h had gone - I called him again. Yeah, well - he's just finished work. It would take him at most 30-45 minutes. He doesn't know the adress of his storage unit, he'll find out.
So I waited. Half an hour. One hour. After one and a quarter hour, I had enough and headed back home... About 1 3/4h after the last contact, I received a text with a location. At first I didn't care. I wanted this thing, but enough is enough, I almost didn't care anymore. Almost. But a couple of kilometers later, I reprogrammed the sat nav. I was about 35 minutes away from the location. Sheeeeiiit. I had waited so long, driven all the way - screw it.
I texted him back in his style; "Ok". And took the next exit on the Autobahn. 15 minutes later I receive a text "how long will it take you?". Fvck you, blöödy cvnt!!!
Anyway, I arrived at a container unit, the bloke was actually OK - we lifted the thing into my car - and off he went. Probably cursing me for taking my time...
On the way home, waiting wasn't over - I got cought in a major traffic jam for over one hour.
The guy told me he's just closed his garage (just? He advertised all the stuff in October last year...). I was not surprised at all, given his ability to get his sh!t together. If the thing wasn't so rare and in apparently good condition, I would have given up much earlier. However, this is only the second Hydro Crab I ever saw for sale... I had to have it. and it's in much nicer condition as my other Hydro Crab - and came with the original pump lever! Which was my main reson for buying it. So all in all - I was still in a good mood, knowing I finally had it in the back of my car.
More later, when I figured out a way to get this thing out of the boot... It must weigh close to 150kg, if not more. You can barely lift it with 2 persons.
Cheers,
Jan