Well, it's been a couple of days, and it still hasn't turned up. And trust me, I almost disassembled the engine compartment while searching it with a 2 million candlepower spotlight (no, I'm not kidding - it really lights things up!). No joy.
It's wierd, but the thing I struggle with the most is the thought that this incredibly well designed and precisely made tool is slowly rusting away alongside the road under a thin coating of new snow and road salt.
I think that's the thing about knives for me. Someone could take me, put me on an island somewhere with all the raw materials (iron ore, etc...), and tell me my only mission in life is to duplicate something like a Benchmade 710 in M2. There is no way I could do it. I could spend my entire life trying to figure out the right metallurgy, heat treating, blade and lock design (that I could maybe do), handle materials, etc..., and I would never be able to duplicate that knife.
Yet for an incredibly small sum of money (as expressed in percentage of annual income), I can have one have one of these exquisitely crafted little gems delivered to my door from across the country within a couple of days. I see modern knives as an accumulation of centuries of knowledge and craftsmanship aggregated into an object of elegant precision and utility. To just up and lose one is the epitome of heresy.
Now, on the brighter side of things, I just received notice that recently acquired my Busse Lean Mean Street is waiting for me at the Post Office (thanks, Stomper!). This oughta help ease the pain of mourning just a little.
My thanks to all of you for your supportive thoughts and your personal stories of similar losses. It's good to know there are other "survivors" out there.
Thanks again, everybody.
James (SIERRA1)
(The Knife Loser formerly known as "Greg")