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Pitching in, Worn & Wound teamed up with Tockr to offer a contest to win a D-Day C-47 watch and an outing to Austin, Texas to fly in the plane. I was in the interest of personal entertainment, however the ride in the plane didn’t actually occur. There were technical issues actually being sorted out, and so we appreciatively settled for a private visit through the CAF’s WWII-period shed and the chance to research this storied C-47. I additionally had the chance to become acquainted with Austin Ivey, the founder of Tockr.
Getting to know the individual behind a watch brand typically uncovers an individual connection to the designs, yet I wasn’t seeing a clear connection between this delicately spoken, smart business visionary and the imposing 45-millimeter cases and astounding 1970s style of Tockr’s Air Defender. Nor could I reconcile Mr. Ivey, the doting dad of three, with Tockr’s C-47 Radial Wing, a tremendous watch with a wing-shaped case and a badass 7-cylinder radial motor on the dial.
Then Austin Ivey started recounting stories. Austin required entrancing to recover from PTSD welcomed on when the driving force of a little plane he was flying died on him at 10,000 feet. At that point I learned that Austin had been a tempest chaser who drove so close to tornadoes that his crew required a customized armored vehicle to withstand invasions of grapefruit-sized hail balls and whatever other deadly things a tornado may toss around. In the wake of hearing these accounts, the connection between this daring person and Tockr’s large, bold, indestructible watches was developing obvious.
Also along for the excursion was our contest victor, Erik Hertel, a flight engineer (complete coincidence) and watch collector from Nevada. Tuning in to Erik and Austin talk about planes showed me what it should resemble to hear me go on about watches; theirs was an easy volley of model numbers and specifications from a wide range of aircraft I’d never heard of.
Both Erik and Austin are smart watch collectors with excellent collections. Erik brought a container loaded with his top choices, and we went through hours geeking out over coffee. Where Austin claims significant references from some of Switzerlands’ top brands, Erik has an eye for extraordinary deals and the patience of a one-shot deer tracker. Standouts include Erik’s 34-millimeter, black-dialed Tudor Prince Date, his tidy Eberhard controller, and his Glashütte Original Senator Klassik, all more modest references with enormous wrist presence that he got at incredible prices. When the three of us headed out to the CAF’s storage to see the plane that helped step out fascism, Erik, Austin and I had already bonded the way watch nerds normally do.
I hadn’t realized what a special experience this private visit through the CAF’s shed would be until we walked inside and took in the different military aircraft. Erik and Austin were breezily identifying the planes while I read enlightening placards. The huge C-47, “That’s All, Brother,” stands center-stage in the overhang and weaving machines the variety of agile contenders like the P-39, U-3A, and T-6 that make up the remainder of the exhibit.
Among flying antiquarians there is some debate about how to best describe the job of “That’s All, Brother” during the D-Day attack. Some contend that this C-47 “led the invasion” as it was the principal plane to bring armed paratroopers out over foe lines that day, while others contend that the Pathfinders—small paratrooper squads who previously secured and signaled from drop focuses from inside Nazi territory—should be said to have led the attack. I’m going to figure that individuals from the two divisions were feeling something more like dread than pride about being first to parachute into Nazi domain, and, regardless of how one doles out leadership of the D-Day air attack today, we should be powerfully thankful for the success of both air drops.
I didn’t feel the full passionate force or the historical significance of the plane—or the watch, for that matter—until I stepped inside the fuselage of “That’s All, Brother.” You could be a Gandhi-inspired pacifist, a Quaker conscientious objector, and an enemy of war activist all rolled into one, and I’m convinced you’d still need to salute the whole US Military after venturing inside that C-47. Despite the fact that enormous for now is the right time, the C-47 is cramped and rickety, with the small cockpit backed by huge racks of simple communication gear and a little navigator’s desk. Behind that crammed control center, the fundamental fuselage stays wide open for troops and cargo. Were you a paratrooper you’d get barely sufficient space to sit your freezing butt on one of the fuselage’s hard metal benches, and mostly down that corridor you’d see the door from which you’d before long fall into the night sky above Nazi region to then face profoundly energetic and vigorously armed Germans in old-school ground combat. Sitting on that bench gave me chills, and, accordingly, so did wearing the D-Day watch.
The reclamation of “That’s All Brother” has been a long, multi-million-dollar project, yet the plane is almost ready to fly across the Atlantic to be essential for upcoming D-Day celebrations. Because a portion of the plane’s aluminum couldn’t be securely salvaged, there were some unique scraps left finished, and it is from those that Tockr derived the dials of the D-Day watch. Depending on the condition of the leftover paint, these dials fall into three categories: Clean Cut are monochromatic with paint that’s aged yet generally in tact; Stamped include different colors from imprinting on the actual plane; and the Hard Worn dials are from scraped and worn sections. My colleague Sean Paul Lorentzen reviewed the watches , so you can read about the details there.
Tockr makes large, bold watches, and they freely acknowledge it. Like that armored tempest chasing vehicle or the vintage C-47 plane, Tockr’s watches are ready for genuine action—and they look like it. On wrist, the 42-millimeter D-Day watch is tall yet shockingly comfortable, just like the entirety of the Tockr watches I tried on during this excursion. Give the trend toward more modest watches, Tockr’s catalog feels new precisely because it cares not for said trend; instead Tockr sticks to its core esteems and offers unabashedly rugged designs. Be that as it may, we shouldn’t confuse ruggedness with a lack of nuance. The D-Day watch is, in fact, a fascinating illustration of how nuance can add up to boldness.
The immeasurably significant dial becomes the overwhelming focus inside the deliberately plain hardened steel case and bezel, along these lines respecting and supporting the dial’s historical significance and its own rugged esthetics. A quick glance around the Tockr catalog will show you that such limitation isn’t the standard for this company.
Where Tockr does increase its design acumen is in the packaging of the C-47 D-Day watch, which was co-designed and handcrafted by Hix Designs in Oklahoma City. Terms like handmade, handcrafted, and hand-stitched get tossed around a great deal nowadays, yet Hix’s products are so unmitigatedly very much made that these terms come across more as accurate descriptors than advertising focuses. Austin Ivey asked Hix to create something based on an aircraft jacket, and the outcome is a wood, cowhide, and shearling package that is, in a real sense, the solitary watch box that’s at any point caused me to faint. The packaging’s design is pitch-perfect; it’s execution impeccable. Fanatics of calfskin goods should check out Hix’s different products, including the watch ties they make for Tockr.
Yes, Bremont included metal from a Concorde Jet in a watch recently, and REC put parts from a Spitfire in a watch, as well. Clearly upcycling of metals from historically significant planes (and cars, submarines, and whatever else) into commemorative watches isn’t altogether uncommon. Nonetheless, there is a substantial community connection between Mr. Ivey and the Commemorative Air Force, a connection borne of Ivey’s own (occasionally dire) experiences as a pilot, his living down the road from the CAF’s overhang, and his real interest in finishing the rebuilding of “That’s All, Brother.” Even I, an aeronautics known-nothing, felt the embrace of that community while hanging in the storage that day, and I’ll admit that my advantage in WWII shipwrecks has since veered toward avionics. I would encourage anybody interested throughout the entire existence of military avionics to check out your local Commemorative Air Force unit. I’m already thinking I’ll spring for a ride in one of these vintage aircraft next chance I get. Tockr