Although I play tennis regularly, I am not in the shape that I should be in, and as I move toward 50, it is becoming more critical. So, I have been looking for a jump start. The Gods of Fitness just smiled on me. More than smiled, actually. I was swinging through a local thrift shop, and there it was: Standing upright, illuminated by a beam of light from the skylight, a fully assembled, mint condition, Model D with a PM3. I figured that they must know what they have, so it was going to be $250 if I was lucky, $400 if I was not. It was marked $50. No way. As I was looking it over, a dealer-looking guy was circling like a shark, and I gave him a look that told him if I had to urinate on it to mark it as mine, I was ready to to so. He scurried away.
So now it is in my car, and I am fighting the battle with my wife to find a space for it. But I am keeping it. And I am really looking forward to my first row.
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