My granddad and my dad carried a big Case pocket knife. They both had a good use for one. My granddad was a fisherman and used his every time he was fishing, which was 3 to 4 times a week. Rain or shine. Hot or cold. My dad was an electrician and used his at work.
I wasn’t like either of them. I spent my days behind a desk in an office. Still, I had use for a small pocket knife, some time called a “pen knife.” I used it for cleaning my fingernails, opening packages, mail, and so on.
My knives:
From bottom to top:
The first knife was an old Case “pen knife” which I used for 15 years.
The second knife is a Browning which I used for about 10 years.
The third is a small Swiss pocket knife, which has a knife blade, a combination screwdriver head and fingernail file, scissors, tweezers, and a toothpick. I’ve been using it ever since, and I don’t go a day without using it for something. It's very handy to have in one's pocket.
The top knife is a classic French Laguiole. It’ my BBQ eating knife. Why? For two reasons; First, I just like to looks of it. And second, my favorite BBQ joint serves the meat on butcher paper with a flimsy plastic knife, and I enjoy finding a good use for the Laguiole because it actually works to cut sausage and beef brisket.
Then comes the tricky part: using the knife as a fork.
On each side is my bone handled Gerber and it's case, which I took camping, and put on my belt when I was riding my Harly-Davidson Soft Tail. I was Road Captin of the Central Texas Harly Owners Group (HOG) for two years, and Central Texas Chapter Director for two years. I enjoyed being Road Captin because we had "offical" rides onece a month and I was in charge of checking out the ride the day before the ride to make sure it was safe, and with no problems, then I lead the rides. That was great fun because I enjoyed riding, and I got to meet and talk to others who enjoyed riding. As Chapter Director, I saw the chapter grow to the point we had to move the meetings to three ever larger locations, until it was a big crowd of Harly riders. The monthly meetings were very livly and fun.
Riding a motorcycle is fun for some people, but it's also very dangerious for two reasons: 1) Drivers of cars frequently don't see you because they are quickly glancing and looking for something bigger, and 2) A moment of inattention can get you into big trouble.
FYI: When one is in a motorcycle club, you usually have a vest with your "colors" predomently desplayed. Your colors was the name of your club. Also on your vest were other smaller patches noting other things, like "X Road Captin." patches noteing rallies attended, and "Chapter Director." and so forth. Of course, the most famous colors is the "Hells Angles," with the skull and wings. In Texas and the southwest, you probaly have heard of, or seen, the "Banditos." This can vary depending on the state of the relationship, but Bnditos don't usually stray into Hells'Angles territory and visa versa. In the past,there have been big, physical disagreements over this.
As an aside, one does not just join one of these two orginazations. It generally takes a few years of proving yourself loyal to the club, before you are allowed to become a member and wear the colors.
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