F1 Grand Prix
Carl Heller asked me to find a home for this beautiful, unique game. It is not
unlikely that this is a one of a kind in the United States. It was working perfectly
when I delivered it for him. This is another twisted sick tale caused by Kurt (of
course). To see some of the other damage he has caused this hobby, check out the
page I made for his 1978 Playboy 1978.
Kurt talked his next door neighbor into buying this game to go with the Black Sheep
Squadron (not working) that he already had. I hauled this one all the way to Chicago
on another trip. Little did I know that Kurt and his Neighbor had cooked up another
story about the price of the game. I helped them get it downstairs, helped set it
up, then walked up the stairs only to be confronted by the Neighbor's wife. She
asked me if I was "the one". I figured out real quick that I was going to
be guilty just because I know Kurt - I think they were somehow trying to blame me. I
knew better than to admit that I had anything to do with it. I just told her I was
helping to move it and got the heck out of there.
| To make a long story short, this guy's wife
never seemed to get over the fact that this pinball machine showed up in the basement
without her permission. Why the women of the world seem to think we need permission
for a few pinball machines is beyond me. A pinball machine is certainly more useful
than lamps, birdfeeders, shrubs, and all the other stuff that seems to get purchased.
Anyway, somehow she got it in her mind that he
had purchased a Harley Davidson motorcycle and was hiding it somewhere in Chicago.
Of course, this was more than she could bear. Don't ask me why, but she
seemed to think everything would be straightened out if she would simply go downstairs,
pick up a chair, and throw it through the F1 Grand Prix pinball game. As you can see
by these pictures, she has pretty good aim. The backglass is completely destroyed,
but luckily the circuit boards remained intact.
Of course, he had never purchased the Harley (at
least that's what they tell me), so the machine was horribly brutalized for no good
reason. I told Kurt that since this guy has already suffered the consequences of
purchasing the motorcycle, he should just go out now and buy it - but I think he is just a
little too smart for that. As you can see from the pictures, he has managed to keep
his sense of humor - and I learned that he bought a dirt bike. Seems
like a good compromise. I guess life goes on . . .
|Looks like Elvis is ready to pay her back