I think I'm done playing the component shuffle game for a while (unless Mike decides to unload that Dynaco FM-3). Here are some pictures.
Driver's seat. Yeee-aaaa-aaah.
Para-dig-em. The previous owner left explicit instructions. "Don't have kids!"
This box goes deeper than The Hunt for Red October.
If anyone can etch an "1138", I'd be eternally appreciative.
BASH yer face off.
Elderly woman behind the table in a yard sale.
There IS a free lunch.
She tracks like Dog the Bounty Hunter.
"What can YOU do with a mud puddle?", says I to this tuner.
"Extract a usable signal!", replies the clever machine.
Bury me with this. Or cremate me and put my ashes inside of this copper-lined dream.
Elderly woman behind the table in a yard sale, part deux.