Odd title I know, but do you expect anything different from me?  I had this thought a while back – a memory of past busted up knuckles to be clear – that my family didn’t have many tools while I was growing up.  If we had any specific size box or open-end wrenches, they were few and far between and probably in pretty bad shape.  No, when I was a boy and I needed to do something on my bicycle, I had to rely on that good old standard, the adjustable crescent wrench.   Continue reading →