I picked up this WWII era Model B a couple of years ago. It was a consolation prize for my failure to grab a Colt Woodsman that got too pricy for me in that particular auction. Later I found an even nicer Woodsman at a lower price, but in the interim the Model B grew on me and now has my direct (rather than secondary) respect.
Sometimes I think I'd like to have a Supermatic, but so far yearning and availability have not both been present at the same time.
A Double-Nine was my first revolver, too. I let it get away several years ago. Just another bad decision that trained me to make better decisions in the years since then.