First part of my biggest raid so far
I was first bitten by the arcade bug in late 2008 when a coworker and a friend of mine, Cipi (his demoscene alias), asked if I was interested in a cab his friend was selling. It was a bulky wooden two-player sitdown cab called Royal Video Special and it came with a Neo Geo MVS motherboard and Metal Slug 2 cartridge. After that, there was no turning back
I soon contacted Cipi's friend again in order to deal some more in arcade machines, since somehow he seemed to have gotten some machines in his garage (Roadblasters, Michael Jackson's Moonwalker, Pit-Fighter, etc) and they were for sale. We basically did a deal for Pit-Fighter for 50€ because back then, I was eagerly planning on converting it to Gauntlet (my grail cab). When I got to get the Pit-Fighter, the seller showed me a small and blurry picture on his cellphone, saying "what do you think of that "scenery"? " I was OMG, there were some cabs there (couldn't make out what) and behind them was a treeline of a forest visible - so they were outdoors!. He obviously didn't have any idea in how the machines worked, since he was very surprised when I told him that I could probably fix them all and would love to get them. We agreed that he would try to arrange so that I can get to see the cabs and I'd buy the cabs from him as the mediator between the owner of the cabs. I got home with two of my friends (Cipi & hunteD) and waited anxiously for a call or SMS from the seller.
Two or three hours passed and the SMS came. It simply stated that the seller can't be arsed to be as a mediator between us and the owner, so "here's the owners details and phone number". With shaking fingers, I dialed the number and talked to the owner of the cabs. We found out that they were remnants of an ex-op's inventory and when friends of the ex-ops (one of which is Cipi's friend, my Pit-Fighter-seller) were going through the cabs they dismissed these since they either didn't do anything when powered or didn't display picture. The cabs were now situated in a recycling plant getting ready to be torn apart to recyclables / burned.
First I have to tell you that since 2008 I got bitten by the bug, I was anxiously trying to find more machines here in Finland. There seemed to be none. I phoned around, put ads on the net and on finnish forums etc etc to no help. At this point you should've seen my face when I learned that all of the cabs were located in a recycling center in my home village (of population around 3500), right in the neighbourhood of my friend's, Cipi's, parents house! Oh well, if my fingers were shaking before, at this point my hands were earthquaking and I was full of adrenaline, walking around the room thinking to myself "what's possible - what's reasonable - what's sensible and most of all, what's doable!" We came to the conclusion that we would try to get every single cab possible, rescued from the doom. I phoned back to the recycling plant owner and we negotiated a deal!
Next day, I took sickleave from work, lied my a$$ off to my boss and in the morning we drove to the recycling plant. Cipi's father came with a tractor and a huge load of pallets to help us move the cabs.
-- End of part one -- (pics coming in the next part!)
ttcaven2012-02-17 16:39:28
I was first bitten by the arcade bug in late 2008 when a coworker and a friend of mine, Cipi (his demoscene alias), asked if I was interested in a cab his friend was selling. It was a bulky wooden two-player sitdown cab called Royal Video Special and it came with a Neo Geo MVS motherboard and Metal Slug 2 cartridge. After that, there was no turning back
I soon contacted Cipi's friend again in order to deal some more in arcade machines, since somehow he seemed to have gotten some machines in his garage (Roadblasters, Michael Jackson's Moonwalker, Pit-Fighter, etc) and they were for sale. We basically did a deal for Pit-Fighter for 50€ because back then, I was eagerly planning on converting it to Gauntlet (my grail cab). When I got to get the Pit-Fighter, the seller showed me a small and blurry picture on his cellphone, saying "what do you think of that "scenery"? " I was OMG, there were some cabs there (couldn't make out what) and behind them was a treeline of a forest visible - so they were outdoors!. He obviously didn't have any idea in how the machines worked, since he was very surprised when I told him that I could probably fix them all and would love to get them. We agreed that he would try to arrange so that I can get to see the cabs and I'd buy the cabs from him as the mediator between the owner of the cabs. I got home with two of my friends (Cipi & hunteD) and waited anxiously for a call or SMS from the seller.
Two or three hours passed and the SMS came. It simply stated that the seller can't be arsed to be as a mediator between us and the owner, so "here's the owners details and phone number". With shaking fingers, I dialed the number and talked to the owner of the cabs. We found out that they were remnants of an ex-op's inventory and when friends of the ex-ops (one of which is Cipi's friend, my Pit-Fighter-seller) were going through the cabs they dismissed these since they either didn't do anything when powered or didn't display picture. The cabs were now situated in a recycling plant getting ready to be torn apart to recyclables / burned.
First I have to tell you that since 2008 I got bitten by the bug, I was anxiously trying to find more machines here in Finland. There seemed to be none. I phoned around, put ads on the net and on finnish forums etc etc to no help. At this point you should've seen my face when I learned that all of the cabs were located in a recycling center in my home village (of population around 3500), right in the neighbourhood of my friend's, Cipi's, parents house! Oh well, if my fingers were shaking before, at this point my hands were earthquaking and I was full of adrenaline, walking around the room thinking to myself "what's possible - what's reasonable - what's sensible and most of all, what's doable!" We came to the conclusion that we would try to get every single cab possible, rescued from the doom. I phoned back to the recycling plant owner and we negotiated a deal!
Next day, I took sickleave from work, lied my a$$ off to my boss and in the morning we drove to the recycling plant. Cipi's father came with a tractor and a huge load of pallets to help us move the cabs.
-- End of part one -- (pics coming in the next part!)
ttcaven2012-02-17 16:39:28