I couldn't let the cult down!
I had committed to the experiment using my classic, Resolza, and Buck 102. It was fortuitous that I was leaving for a month and a half road trip around the country, to see transplanted family members. We had the car packed, and Karen and I were leaving the house at 4'30 in the morning for a long day on the road. First stop was going to be in Atlanta Georga to see elderly Aunt Jane, who is a spry 87 year old southern lady. She's actually the youngest sister of my better half's mothers. I was just leaving the house when I had a problem. The little voice inside, that I think should be listened to, was screaming at me. I felt I couldn't leave the house for a month without my peanut.
There I was, car keys I hand, Camry gassed and loaded, and I was standing in the front foyer ready to go, but an undeniable feeling of something made me stop and change pocket knives. I put the resolza in the drawer, and dropped my peanut in my pocket. Immediately, I felt all was right again. Ridiculous. I love my Sardinian resolza, but at that moment, leaving the house for a month to month and a half road trip across the country and back, I had to have my peanut. I am at a loss to explain it, and have no explanation for the impulse. Day to day, I have used my resolza for every pocket knife duty, and it has not been lacking. But when it came down to walking out the front door for an extended trip, it was the peanut I had to go with in the end.
So, now I am in Georgetown Texas with a classic on my keyring, a peanut in my pocket, and a Buck 102 in my day pack in the back seat. We made a one day trip to Atlanta, spent Tuesday with Aunt Jane, and I made dinner. A nice salad and chicken breast casserole. The peanut sliced up bell pepper, hothouse seedless cucumber, tomato, sliced open a plastic package of feta cheese, and a package of olives. Today on the road, it opened plastic packages of snacks, and reamed a Peterson pope bowl with the pen blade.
We'll be in Texas for a week or so, maybe doing some fishing and picnicking, I'm sure a sharp knife will handy. Then we'll head to Mission Viejo California to see some other transplanted family that had to move for job requirements. Then back to Texas, then back to see Aunt Jane in Atlanta on the way home. Cousins Bob and Barbara will meet us there, and then home. The classic and peanut are my only pocket knives I have along for the trip. We'll see how it works out.
Carl, Grand High Muckba Of the Peanut Cult.