The man of the house has many tools in his man-cave. A fair few of them are completely unnecessary but they were shiny and he had an empty spot in the shed. As with any man there are a few tools he can’t live without and I think that the most used and special one of them is his Leatherman. (A Leatherman is a bit like a Swiss Army knife but has pliers and screwdrivers etc.) As a motorbike rider you need to be able to take tools with you but don’t really have anywhere to put them. Many years ago, when we had a particularly unreliable bike, he invested in the Leatherman and it certainly saved our butt a few times. Back then they were quite expensive and looking at the prices on the interweb now, not much has changed! This Leatherman is extremely well-travelled and recently has travelled a little more dangerously than in previous years.
A few months ago he had been doing some work on the front of the 4wd and placed the Leatherman on the bumper behind the bullbar. Later in the day we drove down to Lilydale to visit his mum (about 30kms away). While we were there we zipped down to the shop for fish and chips for lunch. As we were eating he suddenly realized that he had left the Leatherman on the bumper and stomped around angrily moaning about the loss of his trusty friend, sure it must have been spilled onto the road on the drive out and lost forever. When we left he gave the bumper a cursory but hopeful glance to find the Leathermen just where he left it! Amazing! The drive from here to Lilydale has high speed, steep hills and at times bumpy gravel roads but the thing had managed to wedge itself into a corner and cling on all the way. He grabbed it up and just about kissed it, vowing to be more careful with it next time….Hah…..
This weekend past it survived another adventure after it had been helping him put an Anderson plug on the back of the 4wd. He rudely and inconsiderately left it on the back bumper when we did the short trip to the local shop in the evening. Surely he should have learnt his lesson by now, but no. The next morning we were on our way down the gravel hill that makes up the end of our street when the car came to a skidding halt and he asked me to go and get his Leatherman. I just looked at him, confused, I wasn’t walking home for it! He sheepishly pointed out that we had just driven past it and that it was lying on the road behind the car. When I retrieved it, it was clear that the poor thing had spent all night in the rain and mud. We were surprised to see that even though it had been lying on a busy road for over 12 hours it hadn’t been run over and was still intact, although in need of some lubrication. Maybe one of the tools is a protective forcefield…
I hope that this near miss will teach the man of the house a lesson in packing up his toys, but I doubt it.