After studying this thread and the decades of cumulative wrenching embedded in the counsel given to the OP, I think this is the meaning and message: the OP has a very nice shop, loves folders, and wanted a project. The God of Junkyards and Garage Sales answered his Solicitation, and soon, incognizant of other adolescents' sneers, there will be a new initiate into folderdom. One of the OP's students will bond with this Slavic nightmare, and pedal into the sunset.