A Father's day gift To myself

For father's day this year, I bought my dad a book, (as I describe in the last post).  My kids gave me a pair of hand decorated mini duck pillows, cause I like ducks.  But what I really wanted was a new cruiser bike.  Bummer, no ones giving.
So I headed to my shop Sunday and dug around in my spare parts.  I found a frame that was part of a craig's list acquisition.  A fellow collector was reducing his inventory to focus on more specific projects.  This frame was thrown in with a few boxes of parts he had, as well as the frame I originally stopped to get.  Here is the frame I found, although it was horribly bent out of alignment. (likely why it was a free add in)

Idiots of Garage sale Management

Fathers day has brought with it a surprising bag of interesting developments.  In a search for a new book that my father had asked for, my cheapness and love of travel put me on the road instead of the internet to do my shopping.  The cheapness factor seemed logical since it would save me shipping costs to just buy it in person, plus it helps local business to shop "live" rather than digitally.  However, life has a way of spanking my ideas with cold reality.  This book was just released the previous week.  Apparently it takes the stores near me a week to stock one after release.  So the first half of my week was spent driving about to nearby towns in search of the book, and of course scanning the roadside for bikes.
Rummage sales were rampant, and my first comment on this is people are getting stupid.  I dare not count the number of garage sale signs that went nowhere.  A huge sign by the highway, and a hand drawn arrow on a stop sign post a mile into the route is idiotic.  Mark your sale right.  keep the signs big, or at least consistent.  The second comment is on honesty.  If your sign says huge sale, it better have more than a card table full of crap from under your couch cushions.  Some people honestly think they can sell garbage.  One such moron had a box of cans.  $2.  Not aluminum cans, and even then it was overpriced, but a box of empty canned good cans, labels still attached.  That is the laziest recycling I have ever seen.