Felixthegamer
04-06-2007, 08:19 AM
I saw an ad for a Galaga machine on Craig’s list and it is local. Not only local, but same suburb that I live in. Must be fate, I thought, as I fired off an e-mail asking about condition, side art and marquee. This afternoon, I get a reply saying the machine is in great shape and his name is Jeff and to call this evening.
We tried calling a few times and nothing, but my wife finally got through. Jeff was friendly and nice. He gave us his address and we drove over. It took, maybe, five minutes to get there. I notice a for sale sign on in the yard and Jeff had mentioned he was moving. There was even one of those real estate locks on the door. My wife and I don’t even get to ring the bell and he answers.
“Hey there, like Galaga? So do I,” Jeff said with a laugh. I notice right away that there is nothing in the living room and worry where the machine might be. Surely not down those narrow steep steps. Sure enough, he led us downstairs. There it is, sitting off to the side, my holy grail, my dreams of dreams, a Galaga arcade machine!
I spent countless hours and quarters playing this game. It is my favorite video game ever created. I have many fond memories. The only time I have visited arcades in recent years is to play Galaga. The arcade that had one closed down last year though and I have been getting my fix through Namco classics. It is fine and all, but nothing is the same as the real
The machine looked great. The marquee glowed, the side art is also flawless and everything worked. It went through the start up cycle and that familiar tune played. I started playing and the joystick was just right and the buttons too. I knew this was meant to be. I turned around and said, “We’ll take it!” I am not sure why I said we because this game is much more for me than my wife. I handing Jeff the cash and we worked out how to get Galaga to the suburban.
I had bought a hand cart with a strap in anticipation of the move. Unfortunately, I was not ready to go up steps. Jeff and I worked the machine onto the cart. He strapped it in and we lined it up with the stairs. It was elected that I was to go first and pull the cart up while he pushed. I pulled with all my might, but I was wearing flip flops and my jeans were giving me trouble too. My foot ended up under the machine and I got it out, but I never recovered.
My legs were almost all the way under the cart as we were half way up. I was out of breathe, pale faced and sweaty as heck. My hands hurt and I could do no more. The machine slipped once and Ambie tried to help. It slipped again and Jeff moved. Galaga crashed into the wall and Jeff eased it down the steps. Jeff was worried about me first and then the machine. It felt like I was having a heart attack. It felt like an elephant on my chest and I almost fainted. It would take me half an hour to recover.
We checked the machine as Jeff worried. It fired right up and worked like a dream. Jeff called a friend, who never showed up. He called another friend who did show up. It took thirty to thirty five minutes though. We talked, joked and laughed about the mishap. It was embarrassing to me though. I fucked it and thankgodtochrist, nobody was hurt! We stood out on Jeff’s porch in the cool evening breeze. Eventually, his friend showed up.
Jeff and his friend took the top this time and I offered little support on the bottom. In no time, Galaga was upstairs. It was plugged in for one last test and passed! Jeff and his friend wheeled it out to the suburban and loaded it in. I am forever grateful for their help. As I started backing away I heard Jeff say to his friend “Want to come in for a beer?” His friend said yes and that is the last I'll see of either of them.
The story of how it got into my house is much more mundane and not worth noting. Here are some fotos though,. It is in decent shape, but no perfect. I am happy with it though. It has a large scratch on the left side, but all other scratches and such are small
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v198/sweetamber/mar.jpg
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v198/sweetamber/monitor.jpg
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v198/sweetamber/joystick.jpg
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v198/sweetamber/front2.jpg
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v198/sweetamber/front.jpg
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v198/sweetamber/side1.jpg]
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v198/sweetamber/side2.jpg
We tried calling a few times and nothing, but my wife finally got through. Jeff was friendly and nice. He gave us his address and we drove over. It took, maybe, five minutes to get there. I notice a for sale sign on in the yard and Jeff had mentioned he was moving. There was even one of those real estate locks on the door. My wife and I don’t even get to ring the bell and he answers.
“Hey there, like Galaga? So do I,” Jeff said with a laugh. I notice right away that there is nothing in the living room and worry where the machine might be. Surely not down those narrow steep steps. Sure enough, he led us downstairs. There it is, sitting off to the side, my holy grail, my dreams of dreams, a Galaga arcade machine!
I spent countless hours and quarters playing this game. It is my favorite video game ever created. I have many fond memories. The only time I have visited arcades in recent years is to play Galaga. The arcade that had one closed down last year though and I have been getting my fix through Namco classics. It is fine and all, but nothing is the same as the real
The machine looked great. The marquee glowed, the side art is also flawless and everything worked. It went through the start up cycle and that familiar tune played. I started playing and the joystick was just right and the buttons too. I knew this was meant to be. I turned around and said, “We’ll take it!” I am not sure why I said we because this game is much more for me than my wife. I handing Jeff the cash and we worked out how to get Galaga to the suburban.
I had bought a hand cart with a strap in anticipation of the move. Unfortunately, I was not ready to go up steps. Jeff and I worked the machine onto the cart. He strapped it in and we lined it up with the stairs. It was elected that I was to go first and pull the cart up while he pushed. I pulled with all my might, but I was wearing flip flops and my jeans were giving me trouble too. My foot ended up under the machine and I got it out, but I never recovered.
My legs were almost all the way under the cart as we were half way up. I was out of breathe, pale faced and sweaty as heck. My hands hurt and I could do no more. The machine slipped once and Ambie tried to help. It slipped again and Jeff moved. Galaga crashed into the wall and Jeff eased it down the steps. Jeff was worried about me first and then the machine. It felt like I was having a heart attack. It felt like an elephant on my chest and I almost fainted. It would take me half an hour to recover.
We checked the machine as Jeff worried. It fired right up and worked like a dream. Jeff called a friend, who never showed up. He called another friend who did show up. It took thirty to thirty five minutes though. We talked, joked and laughed about the mishap. It was embarrassing to me though. I fucked it and thankgodtochrist, nobody was hurt! We stood out on Jeff’s porch in the cool evening breeze. Eventually, his friend showed up.
Jeff and his friend took the top this time and I offered little support on the bottom. In no time, Galaga was upstairs. It was plugged in for one last test and passed! Jeff and his friend wheeled it out to the suburban and loaded it in. I am forever grateful for their help. As I started backing away I heard Jeff say to his friend “Want to come in for a beer?” His friend said yes and that is the last I'll see of either of them.
The story of how it got into my house is much more mundane and not worth noting. Here are some fotos though,. It is in decent shape, but no perfect. I am happy with it though. It has a large scratch on the left side, but all other scratches and such are small
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v198/sweetamber/mar.jpg
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v198/sweetamber/monitor.jpg
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v198/sweetamber/joystick.jpg
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v198/sweetamber/front2.jpg
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v198/sweetamber/front.jpg
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v198/sweetamber/side1.jpg]
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v198/sweetamber/side2.jpg