My First IWC (you never forget your first!)

What a wonderful thread, especially at this time of the year!
My First IWC
Years ago, my life took a turn toward the sedimentary. I turned 44 years old and I started to feel like as though I was no longer a "young man." I always found time in my life to do the physical things that helped me feel alive. Bicycle riding, weight training and most of all, playing hockey. I wasn't an "athlete" in any sense of the word, but I
enjoyed how alive I felt while playing. And I enjoyed the camaraderie of my hockey teams. I played in adult recreational leagues and I constantly told my friends, it was better to be the worst player on a good team then the best player on a bad team. That was my philosophy. I loved the speed and contact of the game, but most of all I loved the friendships. At that time, here in Northern California, there were no senior leagues, so I was playing with players as young as 18 and although I had no pretense about being a “the man”, I always felt I could be competitive. About 2 weeks short of my 44th birthday, while (skating up the ice during a game, I heard someone yell from the stands, “the slow guy has it, get it from him." And they did, with ease.
Well that was that, it was clear that for all the fun, I was having, I was really the boat anchor on the team. Smarts and experience can take you so far, but when the wheels fall off, it's time to hang the skates up. My wife couldn't believe it. But after celebrating birthday number 44. I said no more to playing 2- 3 nights a week. Well that left a huge void in my life.
I wish I could remember what drew me to watch collecting. I honestly can't remember but I was probably researching a watch in the days before Google. I had a small watch fetish since I was a kid, but outside of a quartz Raymond Weil, and an old Ebel I had nothing to show for it. I took a lot of pride wearing my RW. It was snazzy two-tone white dialed, bracelet watch that I purchased in the Caribbean while on a cruise that my wife thought I totally fell off the “lets be responsible adults with 2 children,” spending the enormous sum of$725 on a watch.
Finding IWC
I spent more than a six months lurking on the previous IWC forum and studying without posting even a newbie's question (What's better: a strap or a bracelet?). I bought more than 50 books on watches and watchmaking. I had turned my physical energy into a zealot's pursuit of the “truth.” Yet, I was frozen. I couldn't pull the trigger and buy a new watch. As much as I made weekly lists of watches I'd like to own, I was still wearing my two-tone Raymond Weil.
I didn't feel I had the experience to chase after vintage pieces so I narrowed the field of possibilities to a Blancpain Flyback on a bracelet, an IWC Mark XII on bracelet and an
Omega Speedmaster. I kept watching the sales corner and the large auction sites checking prices, trying to gauge the right time and piece to enter the market.
I knew I was gravitating to IWC. IWC was proud of their history, they constantly referred to it, and it was a touchstone for their values. As an American, I felt a kinship with a
Swiss watch company started by an American. If Florentine Ariosto Jones didn't feel like a stranger in a strange land then I would be at ease dreaming about Probus Scafusia. And then there was Günter Blumlein. After reading an interview with the then head of IWC, it was clear he was a real watch guy who had to vision to run a company that made watches for people who wanted to wear a special watch. One that said something about the watch, rather than the owner. I really wanted an IWC, I could see myself talking IWC to my friends all of whom never heard of IWC. And I also knew they would scoff at the preposterousness of paying more than $200 for a watch.
It’s not a brand, it’s history
I poured through the stack of IWC catalogs on my desk. They spent so many pages on the history of their accomplishments, all done in way that read like a story rather than a sales presentation. Interestingly enough, in contrast, they took a minimalist approach to describing their current collection. An almost haiku approach; their style was clearly if they needed more than 14 words to describe a watch it was bordering on hyperbole. Or maybe they were paying for their copy by the syllable.
I memorized the product lines in 1997-1998 catalog. I knew all the details. And everyday I checked in to read the experts on the IWC Forum.
One night while trolling on the big auction site, I saw an IWC SS Portofino (Ref: 3513) on a bracelet and the bidding was only $1400 with 3 minutes left. After watch starving myself for the better part of a year I won the auction with a spontaneous bid of $1425, which was a very good price for a barely used watch with a retail of $2995. The seller was a very nice IWC collector and within days I was wearing this great watch. I was so proud until a co-worker said it's "so shiny.' My heart sank as I learned the first lessons of watch collecting - buy what you like. And trust your gut.
It wasn't that I didn't like the Portofino. It really just wasn't me. It was an IWC, but it wasn’t the Mark XII that I yearned for.
The Mark XII lineage
Still I wore the Portofino everyday, but my eye and heart were wandering. Again, I saved my money and kept my eyes open for what I really wanted. Finally a Mark XII on a bracelet showed up on Sales Corner from a seller in Philadelphia. In a series of emails, I peppered him with questions. He was like me, a big IWC fan. He was a chocolate maker and he couldn't wear his Mark XII to work and it was killing him that it sat in his drawer, only worn on weekends. That didn't seem like a hardship to me, but he felt it was best if he parted with it. I sent him payment and the watch of my dreams was on my wrist. My Portofino was back in its white leather box and exiled to my drawer, until the day came when I decided it was best to send it to a new home and a new owner who would give it the life that it was made for — to be worn, enjoyed and treasured.
Probus Scafusia.
My best to all!
Larry