In early 2003, I lived outside of Buffalo, New York, near an auction house. On a cold, dark winter day, I went to an auction alone after reading that there were spinning wheels involved. As I cut across the empty parking lot, I slipped on black ice. One whole side of my leg, jeans, and coat were soaked, and later on, there were significant bruises from the fall. This didn’t stop me! I got up and kept going, icy leg and all.
The auction had some amazing collectors’ items, but I only had eyes for the Quebec Production Wheel. Some people call these Canadian Production Wheels, but they were made in Quebec. (I don’t give my wheels human names, but Canada’s a big place, so “Quebec wheel” it is.) I…
