And now my Rickenbacker is gone. I ended up with just shy of twenty serious inquiries, including people asking if I could ship it to California and/or Indiana. In the end, a really nice guy drove about two hours each way to try it out. He fell in love on the spot and gave me more than asking price, in cash. I think he and his sons will give it a good home.
For nostalgia’s sake, here’s the last picture I took of my Rickenbacker.