Okay, it's been a couple of months now that I've had the horn handle pattadese from Fausto in my pocket. In that time, it's been my main pocket knife, and with the exception of the little Victorinox clasic on my keyring, my only pocket knife. It's been put to any and all uses I ever used my precious, the peanut on. Not only has it excelled at being a good all around modern suburban edc pocket knife, but it has become a precious. I have nt carried the damascus peanut all all, in order to submerge myself in the Sardinian knife culture in an acid test of the knife. A test that it passed with flying colors. It has opened my mail, UPS and FEDEX boxes, helped put in the kitchen, cut twine for the tomato plants in the garden, and sharpened a few hot dog and marshmellow sticks.
I only bring this up now, as I see Fausto has one on a give away. You guys are lucky to have a chance at a wonderful knife to carry. This past weekend we spent two days up at Karen's cousins place in the Shenandoah mountains, and when I left home early on Saturday morning, I had my usual edc stuff in my pockets, and I hesitated a bit. I almost grabbed a large Opinel, but I said no. I deceided to do an acid test of what was really needed. I had a Sheath knife in my day hike pack, so the folder in my pocket was fr all chores that came up that were not an emergency. Staying at Bob and Barbara's that meant food duty.
Saturday for lunch we had a salad, and the Resolza sliced up red and yellow bell peppers, cucumber, radish, onion, carrot, Romain lettuce heart and some hard Italian salami with all the aplomb of a very sharp Opinel. Just glidded through the veggies like magic. After a hike, dinner that night was grilled salmon and grilled asparagus, and the Resolza made short work of the raw salmon. Wiped off carefully, it took care of the fresh French baguette with no trouble.
Like the damascus peanut, it got very positive attention. Karen's cousin Barbara's husband is an old farm boy from the Harrisonburg Virginia area of the Shenandoah valley, and appreciates a good pocket knife. He examined the Resolza very carefully, and remarked that it was as beautiful as it was sharp. From quiet laid back Bob, this was high praise. From Barbara, was a remark that "I'd carry this in my purse, in a heartbeat."
Early Sunday morning, after a breakfast of eggs and bacon, we plinked. It was a Marlin kind of morning. Bob had his old but well cared for Model 60 semi auto Marlin .22, Karen had her Marlin model 39TD, and I felt the need to uphold the family honor with my old model 39M. After when cleaaning the rifles at the work bench in the barn, I was using the Resolza to cut up some old cotton t-shirts for patches to run down some Hoppies number 9 down the bore. Bob picked it up off the work bench and did the same, and stopped to admire it. Turning it over in his hand, he quietly studied the horn handle, felt the edge, peered carefully at it, then slice off the strip of rag. Then Bob closed it. Then he opened it again.
The friction folder action was as welcome as the looks. Barbara went to open it, and hesitated, and asked "Is this going to break a nail or cut me" and I assured her it would not. I watched carefully as cousin barbara, who is a SAK person, pulled open the blade, and then realizing there was no spring trying to pull it back, just went ahead and smoothly pulled it open. She cut a slice off the hard salami, and a slice of the gouda cheese, and then wiped it off and pushed it closed. Then pulled it open again. Then pushed it closed again. She seemed to be fascinated by the action. I had pointed out to her that while cutting, the dynamic forces involved would keep it open, and even if the point caught in something, it would only go closed as far as it was deliberatly pushed. The woman loved it. she asked me at least 3 times, "Is that all there is to it?" I'd tell here yes, and she'd remark that it was so cool.
In the past couple of months, this scenario has been repeated many times. The friction folder is a rare thing here in the United States, and people are used to pretty much only the modern one hand lock blade, or the slip joint like the super popular Swiss Army knife. Karen's cousin Barbara and her husband Bob are prime examples. Bob, growing up on a farm in 1950's Virginia, grew up with Camillus and Schrade slip joints. When the new fangled locking blades came along, he, like many of us old farts had the attitude of "Locks? We don't need no steenkin' locks!" Barbara, an advertising exec in Richmond Virginia, was an avid hiker, and always carried a Swiss Army Knife. When the modern knife craze hit, she was used to her SAK tinker, and just never saw the need to change. Obviously Bob and Barbara are not part of the afflicted or obsessed knife nuts.
But they loved the Resolza. Like others who liked the peanut, it was small enough t not be intimidating, and athletically good looking enough to win over converts on the looks and simple mechanism.
After a couple of months now, I think I have become a convert as well.
Carl.
I only bring this up now, as I see Fausto has one on a give away. You guys are lucky to have a chance at a wonderful knife to carry. This past weekend we spent two days up at Karen's cousins place in the Shenandoah mountains, and when I left home early on Saturday morning, I had my usual edc stuff in my pockets, and I hesitated a bit. I almost grabbed a large Opinel, but I said no. I deceided to do an acid test of what was really needed. I had a Sheath knife in my day hike pack, so the folder in my pocket was fr all chores that came up that were not an emergency. Staying at Bob and Barbara's that meant food duty.
Saturday for lunch we had a salad, and the Resolza sliced up red and yellow bell peppers, cucumber, radish, onion, carrot, Romain lettuce heart and some hard Italian salami with all the aplomb of a very sharp Opinel. Just glidded through the veggies like magic. After a hike, dinner that night was grilled salmon and grilled asparagus, and the Resolza made short work of the raw salmon. Wiped off carefully, it took care of the fresh French baguette with no trouble.
Like the damascus peanut, it got very positive attention. Karen's cousin Barbara's husband is an old farm boy from the Harrisonburg Virginia area of the Shenandoah valley, and appreciates a good pocket knife. He examined the Resolza very carefully, and remarked that it was as beautiful as it was sharp. From quiet laid back Bob, this was high praise. From Barbara, was a remark that "I'd carry this in my purse, in a heartbeat."
Early Sunday morning, after a breakfast of eggs and bacon, we plinked. It was a Marlin kind of morning. Bob had his old but well cared for Model 60 semi auto Marlin .22, Karen had her Marlin model 39TD, and I felt the need to uphold the family honor with my old model 39M. After when cleaaning the rifles at the work bench in the barn, I was using the Resolza to cut up some old cotton t-shirts for patches to run down some Hoppies number 9 down the bore. Bob picked it up off the work bench and did the same, and stopped to admire it. Turning it over in his hand, he quietly studied the horn handle, felt the edge, peered carefully at it, then slice off the strip of rag. Then Bob closed it. Then he opened it again.
The friction folder action was as welcome as the looks. Barbara went to open it, and hesitated, and asked "Is this going to break a nail or cut me" and I assured her it would not. I watched carefully as cousin barbara, who is a SAK person, pulled open the blade, and then realizing there was no spring trying to pull it back, just went ahead and smoothly pulled it open. She cut a slice off the hard salami, and a slice of the gouda cheese, and then wiped it off and pushed it closed. Then pulled it open again. Then pushed it closed again. She seemed to be fascinated by the action. I had pointed out to her that while cutting, the dynamic forces involved would keep it open, and even if the point caught in something, it would only go closed as far as it was deliberatly pushed. The woman loved it. she asked me at least 3 times, "Is that all there is to it?" I'd tell here yes, and she'd remark that it was so cool.
In the past couple of months, this scenario has been repeated many times. The friction folder is a rare thing here in the United States, and people are used to pretty much only the modern one hand lock blade, or the slip joint like the super popular Swiss Army knife. Karen's cousin Barbara and her husband Bob are prime examples. Bob, growing up on a farm in 1950's Virginia, grew up with Camillus and Schrade slip joints. When the new fangled locking blades came along, he, like many of us old farts had the attitude of "Locks? We don't need no steenkin' locks!" Barbara, an advertising exec in Richmond Virginia, was an avid hiker, and always carried a Swiss Army Knife. When the modern knife craze hit, she was used to her SAK tinker, and just never saw the need to change. Obviously Bob and Barbara are not part of the afflicted or obsessed knife nuts.
But they loved the Resolza. Like others who liked the peanut, it was small enough t not be intimidating, and athletically good looking enough to win over converts on the looks and simple mechanism.
After a couple of months now, I think I have become a convert as well.
Carl.
