The Clubman swap was pretty generous in the seat department. After getting there at the crack of dawn and starting to give up hope of sneaking in. I got lucky. The key is to wait for the old guys watching the doors to either start bench racing or have the first cup of coffee blow the rear seal. Not sure which one it was that opened the gate for me but I was happy to get in. The early bird gets the worm and I scored the diamond pattern Bates. I grabbed a couple of other ratty ones as well. I passed on a two up desert racer seat and have been kicking myself. I hate being broke but it seems like thats the only time you find good stuff at a swap.
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