You all are making me nervous. I'm going to order 40 rolls of 120 tomorrow. 35mm? No hay problema. I've got 4 100 foot rolls.
My neighbor, Mr. Zander, has several Model A Fords. His daily driver is a 1931 two-door sedan in cashmere tan with black fenders. It's literally the car he drives when he needs to drive a car within a 60 mile radius (he has a modern car for long trips, but resists driving it).
I asked him about parts (spares). "Everything you need, fenders, doors, motors, transmissions, gears, windshields, it's just a phone call away," he said.
He thinks fifty miles per hour is fast enough. 50 was speeding in those days, he says. That got me to wondering. Such a relative term. You were speeding, says the cop, when you are going 35 in a 25 zone. You were speeding, says the cop. You were going 90 in a 75 zone What, exactly, does one mean by "speed"? Thinking that to an Apache Indian in Cochise County, Arizona, in 1890, fifty miles per hour would have been supersonic - impossible to imagine, mind boggling.
As, apparently, anyone can still get parts for a Model A Ford, I am inclined to wonder why do we fret about film?