A buddy of mine dropped me a line the other day about two pins (PinBot and Black Knight) that had popped up about 4 hours from me and 2 and change from him. The backstory from the son who was selling them was that his mom was a huge pinhead and his dad was an electrical engineer and they had been in the house since he was a kid. He was moving and just wanted the games gone.
The pins seemed like they had a ton of potential. I was desperate to get out of town and hit the shore and my buddy had a bad shoulder and would need help with the pin he wanted to grab so it seemed like a fun adventure. That was until I woke up at 0400 the morning of and realized we were experiencing what could be only described as a monsoon. I hit the road at 0530 and drove two plus hours to meet my buddy in NH. The roads were terrible, the rain would switch between normal to massive downpour. It didn't change much from NH to ME.
When we got to the seller's house we were taken to the basement. We were shown the PinBot first, that booted and looked solid minus a few broken plastics. Then we were taken to the backroom where the gimp, er Black Knight was kept. The game was a hot mess, we removed the BG and paint literally started raining down off of it. Powered it on and it was deader than Tom Petty. Looked over the PF and while the guy understood electrical maintenance had never heard of wax. In addition there were tons of broken plastics
Me being me, I still bought the train wreck, albeit at a discounted price. I don't plan to go crazy on this one, just get it looking nice and playing right.
We spent the next hour or so breaking down the pins and walking them about 400 yards through a major downpour and the wet grass to the van. When all was said and done we were drenched, but we got a couple of sweet arse pins and had lunch plans for the Great Lost Bear in Portland, ME. If in town, I recommend the All Might Cheesus, a burger sandwiched between two grilled cheese sandwiches.
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My favorite parts about these pickups are the backstories of the machines, the people you meet and the adventures along the way-like this Tramp House in Richmond, NH. When all was said and done it was a fifteen hour day, the bulk majority driving through terrible conditions. The sun did finally manage to come out after we unloaded my buddy's game at his place.
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