pookdolie
Permanently Banned for excessive trolling.
Describe your most harrowing "in the rain" game transport story...
Andys80s story was a good one. Any others?
Andys80s story was a good one. Any others?
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I've mentioned a couple of times my odd penchant for acquiring games on rainy days. It almost always happens. I could set up a deal for a year from now and it wouldn't matter. When the big day rolls around, it's gonna rain.
My worst one was just a few weeks ago when I got my Sinistar cockpit. I got to aesop's house, and the sky was starting to look angry. The arcade gods waited to unleash their fury until the precise moment that cash changed hands. It immediately began to POUR. Todd and KingOfTron (my designated arcade game pickup buddy) helped me quickly load it up into the truck, cover it with tarp, and strap it in. In the process, I forgot to put on my hat and jacket, which were still in the truck. I got drenched and my hat blew out of the truck and into some mud while we were loading the game.
Driving that game the 45 minutes or so to my house wasn't much fun (I usually thoroughly enjoy the ride home). I had to pull over once because the tarp started to come off, and the noise from the bed of the pickup was extremely loud the entire ride home.
Naturally, the moment we unloaded the game and got it into my garage, the rain stopped.
Don't forget about the kid who parked on the street directly in front of your driveway, forcing us to go door to door to find out who it belonged to so they could move it, all the while it raining on the deteriorating tarp.
Mike: "Do you know whose white car that is out there? It's blocking my friend's driveway."
Neighbor: *sigh* "Yes. It's my idiot son."
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ha ha .. . ha... what's rain?
I know - in this hobby, folks in the southwest are totally spoiled when it comes to transporting, storing and, frankly, acquiring games.
Collecting in Massachusetts was hard work. One good thing, though: because home collections at the time I lived there were few and far between, visitors were blown away when they saw an arcade machine in the house.
Out here, if someome sees my games, it's always "Oh, cool. My friend has a few of these in his garage."
Don't forget about the kid who parked on the street directly in front of your driveway, forcing us to go door to door to find out who it belonged to so they could move it, all the while it raining on the deteriorating tarp.
... ha ha .. . ha... what's rain?