I took delivery today of a really grungy nickel ball-end Tech that I got for a song off of Craigslist. It was destined for a dopp kit, as I figured a Tech can handle even CVS Personnas reasonably well and I don't always know very far ahead of time when I'll be flying. Scrubbing bubbles and some elbow grease cleaned it up well enough to read the date code. The razor is an H-2 and will turn 50 in the second quarter of this year.
As will I.
As will I.