Hunting for vintage reminds me of my high school days, when I used to go out to little joints in my home town. Nobody really cared how dingy these places were. What you cared about, was live music, cigarettes smoking, cheap beer and shared moments with your dudes. We were free, we were young and we felt cool;) Same here. Those places are cool. You can smell past, you can picture the journeys items have passed to get there, you can imagine people using them, resting them in peace in cold cellar rooms and basements, to finally let them go on garage sales.