Get a call today that a Gentleman would like some tips changed on his shafts. He let's me know he's at my Tavern so I instruct him to leave the shafts with my Wife and I'll have them done by tomorrow. He then informs me these are shafts from a several thousand dollar Balabushka and he will only hand them over to me. At this point my heart is beating pretty good and I tell him not to move, I'll be there in 5 minutes. I ran to my truck at made it to the bar in record time. I walk in, he introduces himself, we shake hands and he unzips his case. Low and behold, he pulls a brand new ADAM out of the case and hands it to me..... I was bummed. Brian.
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