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NewerTECH MAXpowr G3 240/160/1MB for 6100
The Prettiest Little Rascal in The World
Sat 7/11/98 We got our first big (41 pieces<sigh>) shipment of Little Terrors yesterday (MAXpowr 240/160/1MB for the 6100), so one of our January customers, a nice doctor from Miami University, hot-footed over here last night to grab His Prize. He had originally ordered two, but because of the delays and stuff he said "I'll start with one. Just in case... " Because we'd had so few in our first shipment we hadn't even had time to think about opening a box to see what they looked like. We had never even seen a beta unit, but had heard on the grapevine that they were pretty nifty-looking units. So we got out the Sherry, sat around the table and had The Grand Opening Of The Box. The doctor positively salivated as Bob got out his special penknife to slash the shrinkwrap. It really IS a classy upgrade, nestling there in its static bag on the pink foam underneath the manual. It has a very generous stainless shiny heatsink; and a nice long, thin, elegant design (so different from the fat ugly 71/8100 upgrade with its beastly-looking nothing-but-trouble FLEX cable - when I first saw the beta of the 71/8100 card I called Jack Putnam at Newer and said it was the ugliest looking CPU I'd ever seen, looked like someone had gone around the trash bins in a scrapmetal factory and just picked up random pieces and glued them all together). Actually Jack wasn't too delighted with our conversation, he's very passionate about his CPU upgrades. Anyway to get back to the 6100 Terror. If CPU upgrades could be male or female this is a Lady Upgrade. A Little Rascal; A Princess Of Upgrades. All the resistors and stuff are minute - I had my specs on but I could barely see them - they are splattered all over the green card like Christmas glitter. 'Nuff about Glamor. What about performance? The Miami doctor had just recently splurged on a WallStreet PowerBook and had quite gotten used to the speed of it and was calling his 6100 The Old Dog. How would the old dog perform against the Mighty PowerBook? Much as we'd loved to have spent another hour chatting about flying or canoeing in the far reaches of Northern Canada, The Newer Problem, and other interesting stuff, our good doctor kept looking at the door. He was Hot To Trot as they say in the lower circles. A quick goodbye and he was gone, clutching his package close to his chest like a bag full of $100 bills. "Mind no-one bops you on the head, you have a very precious treasure there," I said as he turned the corner. "Oh, and it'll take you 3 minutes to install," I shouted after him. Thirty minutes later he was on the phone. I picked it up and said "good grief!," with a horrified look on my face. I put my hand over the phone and told Bob that the thing didn't work. Bob's face went white as a ghost and I thought he was going to have a heart attack on the spot. So I smiled. Not only did the Little Rascal work but in most things she even outperformed the flipping WallStreet. Our doctor was over the moon. Eat your heart out, Apple... And today he came back for his other one. :)
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