So I went home for the holidays, and I have been dreaming about all those lovely little rural junktique shops for months. I talked to my brother about it, him being the gun/knife/hunting goods collector that he is, and he said he know plenty of places to get me near some razors--rural Kansas and all that! Well, he took me out and the first place, the FIRST PLACE, the guy had three razors. One was a frowning, rehandled Henckels, the second was...this monster:
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As soon as he brought it out, I thought "I'm buying that one." He hemmed and hawed, but finally let it go and it wasn't until I got it home that I realized just how HUGE it really is. It measures 2.7cm at its widest point, and 2.6 at its narrowest...the condition isn't bad, either, for an oldy like this.

Oh, and the third razor? A PRISTINE Winchester...he refused to sell it, being a gun collector himself. That one made my heart raze a wee bit.

Of course, this was the only luck I had all day, but it was worth it, I reckon.