It's a slow evening in the old town, and somewhere out there is someone
else feeling a devilish need to over-do a restoration. Or other pranks,
like Steve Maasland's inimitable MAASI of a few years ago. Those who
are as degraded as me might enjoy the stuff shown at
http://washingtondc.craigslist.org/
Now down in my cellar there's a beat-up veteran PX-10, scarred and weary. It's crying for a file to dress the lugs and for Proper Paint and decals. Metal-flake black Nervex Pro lugs, and pearlescent white tubes. We'll just quietly imply that it was recently found in a barn, presumably a factory job for the Paris show in 1974, eh? :-) All I need are decals and $$.
We return you now to our regular programming, confident that I will have set some juices flowing mischievously, and enraged others concerned about just how inappropriate such powdered sacrilege would be. Give me Imron or give me black stove enamel, or else.
harvey sachs,
mcLean Va.