I try... pictures from today of my Hodge Podge of scavenged aviation gadgets and my new Airmap 2000.... C51, I'll give you stuff. Somehow I seem to have come into a boodle of FSR's and Hour meters (?) and 60 lbs of Aviation Magazines I get stuff not because I'm a girl, but because people don't want it or need it anymore or because I bottom surf ebay and barnstormers like a catfish, looking for out of fashion or obsolete or used stuff no other pilot would touch with a ten foot pole. Would you jump on a $38 mislabeled pile of trash on Ebay, or an mislabled Chotia Gypsy Popular Mechanics Airplane from the 70's for $99, or a ground looped ultralight covered in boat vinyl? All three on the way out when someone "is cleaning out the hanger". How about a dead PAW-1500 altimeter watch on ebay with no display, that simply needed to be set out in the sun for 2 minutes because its solar charged and spring back to life? I roll those dice and take a flyer! How about an Airmap 2000 that is 15 years out of date and no longer supported by the manufactuerer? I would! Airports don't move! A Ball Vario from 1986? Yes, please! Chotia engines people take off their Woodhoppers and stuff in a corner? You betcha! Is it an 0-200. Nope. I don't need an O-200. 18 hp will do me just fine, even if I need a pack of D cell batteries to make it spark. If it's airplane related junk you won't want anymore, I take it! Because well, I have none. Or had none. I have some. Now. I have my own strange method I guess. I swim below the sharks in the mud, where sharks dare not tred... Few bucks, and I have no competition here in the mud, so you'll find me dumpster diving behind the maintenance hanger. One piece at a time, evey little bit get's me closer down the road to somewhere up in the sky. Someday when I have lots, and it's time to hang up my own hat, I'll give my aviation junk back to the next lot. You can't take the junk with you, and old junk you've lost interest in has a strange way of owning you back. At some point, the junk owns you more than you own it, and at that point, it's time to get rid of it and pass it on to some other person who wants to play with it. I find if I give stuff away then fortune brings it back to me in other ways as new toys I'd much rather play with. Wealth is liquid, and Fortune is capricious, and she watches what you do. If you want to capture her random whimsical favor, you have to make her smile. If it makes you smile inside to do something extraordinarily nice for someone, she's probably watching and smiling too, and thinks up some random nice surprise to pull out of her hat for you. Mowing Briars full of junky metal trash I have to pull out is no picnic, you don't want to spend an hour cutting and removing barb wire wrapped around mower blades, nor is pulling 2x4's out of jungle overgrowth as raw material for an hanger door... if my lawn mower ain't starting, I have to pull that cart loaded with lumber up the hill myself by hand. I've since added a handle just for that, and rebuilt my starter and cleaned it's contacts (helped), oiled the flywheel gear (helped), and bought a new garden battery (helped).