It’s time for a new watch — and I don’t mean a Timex from the grocery store. I think when a person is my age — not young but not so old I don’t still have a lot of seconds left — it’s time to invest James Bond-style — quality for the long haul. And, because I live on the West coast but have multiple clients on the East coast, I need a watch that’ll show me what time it is here and what time it is there. Plus, I’m not a fan of digital watch faces. Give me little hands that move around on a dial.

The question is, am I ready to give up the magic of a watch battery?

That’s what I ask myself, as I ponder investment in a Stuhrling men’s Manchester Dual Time automatic watch.

Listen to this loving description:

“Bold and stately, the Stuhrling men’s Manchester Dual Time automatic watch will keep you prompt for tee times and Sunday brunches–no matter how much fun you’ve had the night before. This timepiece is constructed with a 42-millimeter stainless steel case, a square stainless steel bezel, and a 23-millimeter perforated brown leather band with buckle clasp for breathability and casual style. A strong synthetic sapphire window protects the copper dial face, which features detailed vertical texturing and a playfully inverted design for a unique look. Arabic numerals in five-minute increments line the face, while two sub-dials located at the traditional three and nine o’clock positions convey the hour in both Roman numeral and Arabic numeral form. In addition, this handsome watch includes automatic-self-wind movement, and is water resistant to 165 feet.”

Look at that face! The minutes tick by with the big hand (just like you learned in school). And each of those little faces shows the hour in two different parts of the world.

Plus, on the backside you can watch the inner workings of all those Swiss gears.

But this is an old-fashioned watch that requires winding. Although I can get into the routine of that — just do it after I brush my teeth at night or set the clock-radio — I have to wonder how well it would hold up under the curious attentions of my son. He doesn’t know his own strength, and I can see him winding this one with all the vigor that he turns off hose bibs — you crank and crank until you couldn’t possibly make it any tighter. I guess James Bond didn’t have a 5-year-old in his life.
 

Posted on May 17th, 2008 by dian