Jetboy, were you watching that one too?

That was one helluva drive going into the Mission, navigating through all of the "NO TURNS" intersections and finding parking with all these bicycles and streetcars whizzing past. I had my old glasses on as well, and finally lost my directions sheet (got buried alongside my wallet). I had to recall the address from memory, and the room number, which I actually managed to do under such stressful conditions and after driving three hours in the dark already.
One of the stores I walked into was a marijuana dispensary, I just wanted directions (really), but they kicked my a$$ right out because I didn't have a card.
Then I went into a hotel with a similar street number and the toothless guy sitting behind the door starting laughing heartily when I asked if he could ring the room number. We (me and the guy) were actually both laughing our a$$es off as he tried to tell me "we don't ring no rooms here" (I think I had figured out by this time that it was most likely a prostitute-and-druggie hotel). Really funny, I mean we were both still laughing as I went back out to the street.
So turns out I was looking on the wrong street all this time, ran one block over and literally stumbled onto the exact right address by pure chance.

The seller was actually waiting there in the front hallway of this big apartment/hotel place and looked at me through the window, somehow knew who I was, and had the bike waiting.

The saddle and post were oddly missing, so I asked for a $50 reduction, but he said that he had put the saddle/post into another bike and it couldn't be removed. I offered to help (we were still down in the lobby with the 'traut only), but he said tht had been tried, and that he would un-bolt the saddle and give it to me without the Nitto post. Good enough I said and I paid him in full, he then walking me the two blocks out to my truck, which I felt lucky to even be able to find!

I'm the fourth owner now, but the bike's still in surprisingly low-mileage condition with some scratches only to the left fork leg. Paint is pearl white not gray/blue/whitish as pictured above.
There's no tubing sticker. Serial number suggests fiftieth-something bike made in April 1988, didn't know Eisentraut could have made so many! I guess they farmed out a big batch of their "Limited" model during that time to get such a high count of bikes for that month(?).

Components were the proverbial "dog's breakfast" of quality parts, with heavy leanings toward a "Rivndell-style" build. I will pretty much change every component 'cept the King headset.