Sorry for doubleposting (and the novel below..), BUT:
Luck favors the dumb
Or, the long story version, why driving 66km per way without knowing details about a binding can be successfull.
From late afternoon till about 20:30, communication with the seller was.. just frustrating. Did i mention i hate cell phones?
No signal, low battery, etc. All i could identify in the resound of the phone (did i mention i hate cell phones?) was that the ski was still available, the seller would be at home tonight and his address - last part only distorted.
Been divorced, i have time. Much time. So the next step was driving through hard rain in a very windy night, to a town 66km away to an address i did not hear completely.
70 minutes later (forgot to mention 10 extra minutes outside the sellers house because of bad communication- did i mention i hate cell phones? ) , the binding was found out as an FKS 155 in good condition, mounted on a 155cm FIS-approved Rossignol 9S in halfway useable condition, now in my possession for a good price.
Mission FKS: Accomplished
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