My buddy John calls me up and says do you want to go to the swap meet? It's already 11 I say and anything good will be gone but I'll go anyway as I am still on a Mopar A body hunt. By the time he gets to my house and I begin roaming the meet it's already almost 1 PM. Not much chance of finding anything slot related. I walk over to a table and this is sitting on top.
First thing comes to mind is he's asking $500 for the Chappy that's why it's still here. Are you selling it all as a lot I ask, trying to feel him out. Sure, how about $30 for the whole box. I think he was expecting me to chew him to $25 but I didn't have the heart. Anyway, I never had one of these so maybe it was destiny.