Every time I see one fall into new hands (I realise this is an old post, and pardon my five-drinks-in pining self for bumping it) I wish I'd documented mine before I sold them, in the late nineties, for nothing remarkable. I don't have photos, I never recorded serials, I just have these memories of melding my 10mm fascination with my first N-Frame experiences and so finding my soulmate. Last I checked the 'net auctions I could lay hands on a replacement no-dash 5" with that direct-hammer-engagement and best-factory-action-tuning-ever for about the same cash layout I'd need to get a foot in the door of the Korth factory, or to buy a set of assembled LS cylinder-heads, or get a ways forward on my shop payment, or get maybe a year's worth of whatever ammo I please to heave at paper, or start from a blank B-model Uzi carbine, or…
It's just not fair, and nothing makes sense. I'm reduced to being a kid again in the face of the long and complex history of what's happened to 610 values. They're all accounted-for; nobody's going to unearth a cache of them in some whackjob prepper's bunker. The guns turned into competition mules have been well more than just rode hard and put away wet; they're likely forgotten frame-shells, now suited only to custom parts since the last ¾-million impossibly-light rounds ground through them, and their owners sacrilegiously having touched revolting 625s before handing them. Eugh!