Wow cool stories, i read them all.

For me i grew up with a Sinbad, i used to pull a chair like bar stool up to it in our basement. Played hours and hours on that thing. Years later, i was thinking about digging Sinbad from the moms basement and getting it going. It had been sitting neglected for a few years. One nigh i saw "special when lit", that was it, the next day i went and got it and brought it to my house and got it going again. After a few months, i started searching for my own machine since technically Sinbad belonged to the family, or more so my mom who loves that machine. I ended up picking up a HS2 and brought Sinbad to my brothers until i clean out a room at moms to bring it back to her and keep it running for her. I love that HS2, i play the balls off it every night. I'm currently searching for number two even though i dont have the space for more than one. My moms will be a staging ground until i get a bigger house. She doesnt mind at all and i know whatever i bring there it will be played. Sometimes i think about what drew me to HS2, given i could have bought a number of machines at that time.