Part
One
I was fortunate enough to be (I think) the
last person invited to join this raid. I’ve been on raids before; I know to a
certain extent what to expect, how to behave on the day, what to take with me,
(decent tools, food and common sense) and what the etiquette is between
attendees. There is by the nature of a raid a level of trust and secrecy
required; it goes without saying that nobody says anything to anybody (not even
best friends), conversations you’ve just had in fact never happened and
never expect to find out the location
until the night before or even the actual morning of the event. This raid was
all of that and more.
A few of the guys, I believe there were
around 8 in total, were staying close to the raid location in a hotel the night
before and one of them invited me to join them. I accepted. We were to drive
over, have a few beers and get a good night’s rest before the inevitable early
start. That was the plan at least…
Upon arrival at the hotel around 9:30pm, we
checked in and dumped overnight bags, uneaten food and jackets in our rooms and
milled around a bit, (it had been a good few hours’ drive at that point - time
to stretch); before heading down to the bar to see if anyone else had arrived.
I always experience apprehension when I meet a fellow collector for the first
time; even those I’ve known from the forum and via PM’s for years. I’ll be honest;
I worry whether I will come across as an enthusiastic, knowledgeable and
friendly collector. Or a bell end.
We spot some familiar faces sat at a table
that ironically we’d walked by only 10 minutes prior and move to join them.
Everyone shakes hands and everyone has a friendly smile. Introductions are made
and this, for the most part goes well, until the point where, keen to put names
to faces without being told who somebody is, I do the “
Don’t tell me, you must be…” act.
By the fourth (incorrect) name I’m starting to sweat. “
Steve…no..Dom? No..other Steve? No..Oll….no
wait, Martin? No? Sh*t.” The victim of this awkward scene thankfully smiles
and tells me
who he actually is and
we shake hands. It’s all good. Time to get some beers in.
The atmosphere is great. You can feel the
anticipation as more people arrive and come over to say hello; people splinter
off and flit between groups of 2 or 3; rumors start, “
Do you think there’s X? What if there’s Y? What if, there’s more than
one of Y?!” Everyone is included. Everyone is excited. The rules of the
raid are gone over in detail again and there is a chance for any last minute
questions or clarifications. One rule is abundantly clear though; tomorrow is
about securing the cabs, removing them quickly, methodically room by room,
safely from site and loading them onto the trucks that have been booked by the
raid leaders. There will be no opportunity for gawking, precious little time to
stand and soak it all in and schoolboy excitement must be kept to a minimum, if
not completely hidden. The last thing the sellers need to see are 10 grown men
having a circle jerk over an I-Robot cab wrapped in pallet wrap. Those are the
actions that cause deals to fall apart, no matter how far along negotiations,
(and even payment) are.
Talk shifts to whether or not any of us are
actually going to be able to sleep tonight; the excitement is just too great
and a few beers have done little to dull the sensation. One by one people
retire; it’s now 1:30am.
Apparently I snore. A lot. When I wake the
next day it is a fact I am completely oblivious to…