My dad wore a 1974 Seiko Bell-Matic like this one, which he let me have in the '90s. After he died I didn’t want to damage it, so I bid on a couple duplicate ones on eBay. I ended up winning both auctions. I took all three watches to Seiko and had them overhauled. I put dad’s in a Seiko box and put it away with his Vulcain Circket and his Zodiac. The other two and my Submariner are on the watch winder, and I wear them from time to time when I get tired of the GMT II.
Maybe there should be a ‘Duplicate heirlooms’ thread.
I don’t carry a multi-tool, or a Swiss Army knife, but I do carry a knife with me at all times. This one is my current companion (plain blade version). A decent knife is just too handy to not have in my pocket.
If I need a tool, I keep a toolbox in the house, the shed, the car, the boat, and a mini-one in the jet-ski.
I used to carry a Spyderco Endura when I still lived in the US.
In Japan, carrying a knife could get me arrested and deported. By the letter of the law, as long as I didn’t use it as a defensive or offensive weapon, and it was under a certain length, blahblahblah, I could carry it. But realistically, no, I couldn’t carry one.
There are times when I miss having a knife always on-hand. Now I have to hunt for scissors or a cutter when I want to open things, among other annoyances.
LadyDoper here, speaking for the guy in my life - he goes almost nowhere without a small folding knife clipped to his pocket. When we first got together I found it the tiniest bit weird, but now, I’m just used to him being constantly equipped to be handy. (Poking around our yard together, I find an okra that needs to be harvested: “Honey, can you hand me yo-” “Here.”)
I carry a Gerber Clutch. It’s caused me a couple problems when entering buildings that I didn’t expect to have security at the door. In the old post office in Washington DC I demonstrated that it was pliers and he let me in with it.
I don’t know about others, but when I bite straight into an apple, the skin tends to get stuck under my teeth, and it’s a bitch to get out. Cutting up the apple, even just quartering it, helps keep this from happening.
As for me, I carry around a leatherman multi-tool I bought back in 2000. I’ve taken it onto a plane post 9/11, and into a courthouse once, after that judge got shot. Not intentionally, just forgot I had it in my pocket.
I’ll probably carry it until it breaks, or leatherman comes out with one that also has a flash drive.
I’m a woman, and used to carry a Swiss Army knife. I don’t anymore because there are so many buildings with security here, and I’m also in and out of the kids’ schools a lot. I miss it.
Hell, I almost have a full tool kit in my purse. I’ve got a multi-tool with pliers and four screwdrivers, then a tiny screwdriver with four blades on my keychain.
I still need to put a way of making fire in my purse. I doubt it would be necessary often, but y’know. <insert Tim Allen grunt of manliness here>
Though I rarely use it, I would feel naked without the Boker One Tree knife Mrs. SMV gave me for Christmas last year. I would use it at work all the time, but for the fact that I could get fired for carrying it. I’ve got no fantasies about using it to defend myself against raging muggers or zombies; I’ve just learned that a pocket knife is a damned useful thing to have around.
I will confess to a prejudice against Swiss Army knives, on aesthetic grounds. I like a knife to be a knife.
I had a nice kershaw for a while but I broke it. My SW rusted out from kayaking in the ocean. I’m in between knives right now but I always carry as large a knife as I can get away with in California (which, I guess, isn’t very large at all). They’re very useful.
