Ok, so I have been doing some custom jewelry designs for the owner for The Briary, and I wanted to swap work for a pipe that had just come in. It was a Mark Tinsky tan blast bent bulldog. A lovely little thing with some other unidentified wood added to the stummel. The colors are gorgeous, so I made the swap.
Ahhh, isn't she gorgeous? As soon as I got in my truck, I packed her half full of some Sterling Balkan, set fire to leaf, and drove off into a wonderful smoking experience. The pipe hangs just right, and I had already forgotten that she was in my clench by the time I got to the grocers to get what needed getting. I sat in the truck finishing my smoke and drifting off into some CCR thumps and grinds. And, so I just sat it down in the rack I keep all of my resting driving pipes in, and I headed off to fill my girlfriend's list of food stuffs.
When I get back to the truck, I am already salivating and wanting that Tinsky girl back in my clench, but as I went to pick it up, it just fell apart. This rush of sadness came over me, like watching a child get hit by a truck right before your eyes came over me. And, this unknown liquid stuff was filling my eyes, making everything blurry. What is this feeling? I just sat and looked at it.
I called Skip, The Briary guy, and he calmed me down and told me that he would make things right. Apparently the heat made the briar expand and crack, which cracked the unknown wood, making it all fall apart. Skip went into great detail about his apprehensions of using these "other" woods in pipes. He assured me that Mark would make this all right, and if it wasn't to my satisfaction, he would let me pick another pipe.
Before you judge me for leaving my pipe in the truck, I've been doing this for years with no ill effects; however, this is my first pipe to have this layered extra wood thing on it. However, it seems that briar cracked first is our summation. Crap happens. Tornadoes, hurricanes, tsunamis, and cracked briars. It doesn't make me feel better about it, but what can you do?
Anyways, that's the gist of it. :::sigh::: Now, to just wait to see how it pans out. It is wonderful to have a pipe shop that cares and pipe makers who understand. Now, it's my turn to understand. I just hope that if it has to be replaced, Mark can make me one very similar.
OK, carry on... :
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Ahhh, isn't she gorgeous? As soon as I got in my truck, I packed her half full of some Sterling Balkan, set fire to leaf, and drove off into a wonderful smoking experience. The pipe hangs just right, and I had already forgotten that she was in my clench by the time I got to the grocers to get what needed getting. I sat in the truck finishing my smoke and drifting off into some CCR thumps and grinds. And, so I just sat it down in the rack I keep all of my resting driving pipes in, and I headed off to fill my girlfriend's list of food stuffs.
When I get back to the truck, I am already salivating and wanting that Tinsky girl back in my clench, but as I went to pick it up, it just fell apart. This rush of sadness came over me, like watching a child get hit by a truck right before your eyes came over me. And, this unknown liquid stuff was filling my eyes, making everything blurry. What is this feeling? I just sat and looked at it.
I called Skip, The Briary guy, and he calmed me down and told me that he would make things right. Apparently the heat made the briar expand and crack, which cracked the unknown wood, making it all fall apart. Skip went into great detail about his apprehensions of using these "other" woods in pipes. He assured me that Mark would make this all right, and if it wasn't to my satisfaction, he would let me pick another pipe.
Before you judge me for leaving my pipe in the truck, I've been doing this for years with no ill effects; however, this is my first pipe to have this layered extra wood thing on it. However, it seems that briar cracked first is our summation. Crap happens. Tornadoes, hurricanes, tsunamis, and cracked briars. It doesn't make me feel better about it, but what can you do?
Anyways, that's the gist of it. :::sigh::: Now, to just wait to see how it pans out. It is wonderful to have a pipe shop that cares and pipe makers who understand. Now, it's my turn to understand. I just hope that if it has to be replaced, Mark can make me one very similar.
OK, carry on... :
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