It seems that there is a right tool for that job
Consider me as a reformed serial tool abuser. There. Confession is good for the soul (and the machine). Been ages since I used a handsaw to unscrew a bolt, or shaped a piece of anything with the wrong end of a clawhammer. I’ve decided to go with the right stuff.
My conversion has been years in coming (ask those who know me). However, it costs a little more to do things right, but the rewards are real. My latest catalog comes from Park Tools, because I have a new bike now. No sense in wracking ruin, when the proper wrenches are available from vendors (worldwide). Today, a lovely, blue-handled pedal wrench. Now, compared to the days when I would try to make a cheap pair of vise grips hold until I started the thread turning with a stone, or a brick, or that claw hammer that hangs over there, I’ve made great progress.
Of course, as someone who willingly collects, there’s an associated addiction. So many nice tools, always available (“just in case”)… why wouldn’t I want to own a complete set of bottom bracket wrenches. Or a matched set of truing stands (the bike does have two wheels, after all). And a proper mechanic’s stand, so I can save my back and knees for my old age.
I’ve made similar adjustments with my electronic stuff. There’s been a revolution since I first cooked solder with a woodburning pencil. And measuring voltages, accurately; a real plus. Or minus. Everything is relative.
Now to get some workshop space carved out in a corner of the garage or basement. Hey, make that “or” into “and”.
