I got a basic 1/2"-drive socket set from my grandmother when I was 9.
When I was 9, my grandmother gave me a lego set. The Georges Lucas set. Star wars was big back then.
My first tool kit came from a mac tool truck. I still have the tool kit. In my living room. The girls that love me hate my art deco. I say it gives me style.
Box was a used snap on head, 3 drawer. Then I bought my first base. I Niagara falls edition 1976 beach 12 drawer.
Everything inside was bought brand new from sears or canadian tire. And some impact sockets from mac and snap. I always listened to my mentors. They told me what to buy.
Not many of them told me to go ballistic on the tool truck. They saw my Gf's back in the day and they were nice. They said you need money to take care of the nice girls. As long as you buy lifetime warranty, the girls don't care if it;s snap on. As long as they get the bills paid for.
True to mentor words, I still don't care what brand of tool it is. It just has to last cuz I use them intensively. But lately, since I am now the diagnostic guy, you know, the dude with the laptop, I use those tools less and less. But that comes with alot of night courses and headaches of their own.
But one tool I do love, is my CP 714. That sucker hits hard, last forever, and is easy on the ears. Well worth the 700$ I paid for it 15 yrs ago.
Dang, I am off on a tangent. It shows I was in hospital for three or so weeks. I couldn't wait to get out of there.
Hospitals suck. I was hoping at some point purple jello would come around just to make a difference. Nope, just the basic colors.
The guy's at the shop won't recognize me. I am so much better now. Amazing what a few weeks of rest can do. Oh, and some good professional care.
I sent flowers to the nurse staff, they were real cool to me. Cuz I was not a happy camper stuck in my blue clown suit with my arse crack showing all day with the training wheel thing that pumps shyte right into my veins. Not a good look for a grease monkey like me.
At one point, some real big guy came to me and said you best be nice now!! I said I don't want any more valiums.
That did not go well. I wanted to smoke some indian cigarettes @ -15 or so Celsius. He said it was a no go.
I shuck out regardless and laughed with the old women who were doing the same as me. Funny how sick ppl stick together.