Estate Salvage and Boredom

My first estate lot was a set of six pipes. Two of these were beyond repair. The bowls were beat up and the stems were chewed shut.
I didn't bother with them and tossed them out. The lot only cost $30 and I was primarily after one of the pipes, the rack and jar, and the art deco pipe ash tray. I ended up saving two pipes from the six in a drawer because I had no interest in them. One was a brylon Medico that after many attempts to smoke was just not worth the effort. Brylon sucks. The other was a red Venturi dublin.
I had no interest in this pipe. I thought it was ugly, the finish was a bit beat up and the stem was so loose that it would fall out. It went ignored until today.

I bought a dremel a month ago and have yet to use it. Originally bought for use in making Halloween masks (Jason hockey masks to be exact, which I have sold some since beginning my "business") I decided to use it for stripping the nasty red lacquered paint off the Venturi since I was bored on my day off.
So how did I solve the loose stem? Well, with a bit of "ingenuity" I lashed the two pieces of the pipe together. This is the result. I doubt I'll use this pipe much, but for now it can have a home on my rack and not in the drawer.

Quite so, trailboss.
I have seen my fair share of danger and dubious situations. Why, it was the other day. I was to go to the office when a van full of ninja pirates ambushed my vehicle. I had a mouthful of Italian briar and English tobacco smoke when the lot of them overtook my vehicle. The van skidded to a halt and the pirate ninjas poured out of the van.
There I was, faced with 47 ninjas dressed as pirates, only ten minutes to get to work and finish my pipe. All hope was lost it would seem. But alas! I gave them the old heave-ho. I utilized my superior ninja skills learned while backpacking in the Wu Tang Valley. From all sides they attacked at once and each fell to my fists and feet. Furious rage! I fell them one by one in quick work. I cleaned them up so quick that I was just ashing my pipe before walking in five minutes early.
It was quite the boon, recalling my Wu Tang training. Yes, that was a dubious situation, indeed.

The underside was a haze grey (same color as a naval ship) and I put oil on it. Went black and then I wrapped the pipe and stem together. This one could go in my emergency bag in my trunk with a pouch of Captain Black, lol.