Vintage Tool Storage
A few weeks ago, a call from my brother Keith disrupted the monotony of my existence. The man had stumbled upon a relic – a complete Kent Moore Work Station straight from the bowels of 1945. The thing had a tale to tell too, originating from some Texas dealership, battle-scarred yet remarkably free of rust. Kieth had sort of a labored enthusiasm to him… He knew how cool the damned thing was, but he also knew he didn’t have the time or the space.
My own yearning for one of these sets had been a dormant desire, smoldering in the recesses of my consciousness. The stars had yet to align; the clock ticked against me. But Keith’s revelation sparked an urgency, a desire to witness this time capsule for myself.
Stepping into that space, my eyes drank in the spectacle – a turret-style cabinet oozing with charisma, and yet, it was the service manager desk that resonated with me on a primal level. The possibilities flooded my mind – a few greenbacks for a paintless dent wizard, countless hours meticulously stripping away layers of history, and an abundance of joy in tending to the minutiae. A labor of love in the making.
Yet, reality sunk its fangs into my dreams. Time, that relentless adversary, stood between me and this masterpiece. Damned responsibilities.
So, here I am, extending the invitation to you, the seeker of automotive lore. These artifacts, frozen in time, beckon for a new custodian. If the call of this old shit resonates with you, speak up, and I’ll connect you with Tardel, the guardian of these temporal artifacts. The Kent Moore Work Station awaits its next custodian – could it be you?
Also… I’m curious. Anyone out there take on a project like this? If so, I’d love to see what ya did – post images!