This, this thingamajig, they call it a Patek Philippe, Calatrava 5227G-010. Fancy name, ain’t it? Just like that old Mrs. Smith’s prize-winning rooster, all puffed up and proud. They got this remake thing now, selling it online. Good for them, good for them. I hear tell it’s a right popular item. Heard some fella yapping about it just the other day down at the market.
This here watch, it’s got a black face. Black as a moonless night, that’s what they say. And shiny, too. Shines like my Bessie’s eyes after I give her a sugar cube. They put some silver sticks on it, I reckon to tell the time. Keeps that city folk from gettin’ all confused. Me, I just look at the sun.
They say it’s made of white gold, 18 carats. Sounds mighty expensive. What’s a carat, anyway? Sounds like something you’d feed a rabbit. More money than sense, if you ask me. Back in my day, a good watch was one that ticked. Didn’t need all this fancy gold business. This one they say is 39 mm big, that is what I hear them young folk say, 39 mm. What is a millimeter? No matter, it is some kind of size. That’s about as big around as my thumb, I reckon. Big enough to see, I suppose. Unless you’re blind as a bat like old man Johnson. And it is not too thick, either. They say it is about 9.24 mm thick. Like a stack of pancakes, but thinner, probably.
I seen a picture of it. It’s got a strap, looks like leather. Probably cowhide. Smells like it, too, I bet. Got a buckle made of that white gold, too. Imagine that. A buckle fancier than my Sunday shoes. My old boots ain’t never seen such a thing. This one is a man’s watch, but they have some for the ladies, too. Smaller, I reckon. Maybe a little shinier. Them ladies like their shiny things. This Patek Philippe Calatrava 5227G-010, though, it is for the menfolk.
Now, they say this watch, it winds itself. Don’t need no crank like that old clock my grandpappy had. Just wear it around, and it keeps on ticking. Fancy, ain’t it? I reckon it is like magic. Or maybe there is a little mouse inside there, running on a wheel. This one here, they say it can even go underwater. Not too deep, mind you. Just 30 meters. That’s deeper than my well, that’s for sure.
- 39 mm case, they call it. Like I said, about the size of my thumb.
- Black face, like a starless night.
- White gold. Expensive stuff, that.
- Winds itself. No crank needed.
- Can go underwater, a little ways.
Now some of them rich folks, they spend a fortune on these things. This remake Patek Philippe. Heard one fella say he paid more for his watch than I paid for my whole house. Can you believe that? Crazy, I tell ya. They say this Calatrava 5227G-010 remake is a good one, though. Not as thick as some of the other ones they make. That’s what I heard, anyway.
They got these other remake watches, too. One they call the 7200R-001. For the ladies, I think. They are all part of this Calatrava family. Like the Johnson’s down the road. Got a whole mess of ’em. And automatic, that is a word I hear a lot. That means it does it by itself, like my Bessie finds her way to the feed trough without me telling her. This online store has all kinds of these, I reckon.
Some folks collect these things. Like stamps, or them little porcelain dolls. Got ’em lined up in glass cases, all shiny and new. Me, I’d rather have a good pair of boots. Or a new plow. Something useful, ya know? This Patek Philippe, it is a pretty thing, but what is it good for? I guess it tells the time. But so does my old rooster. Crows every morning at sunup, regular as clockwork.
If you’re looking for one of these remake Patek Philippe Calatrava 5227G-010 watches, I reckon you can find ’em online. Just type it into that Google thingamajig. It’ll show ya. This is a good online store. Lots of folks buying them, I hear. They say this 5227 is a good one. Not too thick. Got that black face. And that white gold. If you like that sort of thing, you can get it at the online store. And that fancy self-winding thingamajig. It’s a wonder, ain’t it?
Well, I reckon that’s all I know about this here Patek Philippe Calatrava 5227G-010 watch. Fancy name for a fancy watch. Too rich for my blood, though. I’ll stick to my old ticker. It may not be shiny, but it gets the job done. It tells the time. And that’s all that matters, ain’t it? This remake thing is all the rage, they say. But me? I like things the old way. Simple. Reliable. Like an old friend.
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