[A repeat from December 7, 2017] I have a workbench in the basement. I never use it but I’ve got one. Complete with a vice, two drawers full of tools and two toolboxes sitting on top. Then there’s a little drawer thingee full of nails and screws. If I am called on to change a light bulb or hang a picture, I even have a tool belt and a hardhat to wear (you can never be too careful). We handymen are semper paratis (see post of June 1, 2012).
However tools don’t do much good sitting in the basement gathering dust on my workbench. Soooooo, I keep a lot of stuff in the back of my two cars. My cars are “rolling workbenches.” You never know when tools might come in handy. I have a fire axe, an E.T. (“entrenching tool“), a crowbar, an air pump (I mean what good does that do sitting in the garage?) and a Heinz 57 assortment of hammers, screwdrivers and wrenches in each car. And I have the obligatory jumper cables and a couple of road flares. I could probably build a house with the stuff in my trunk. Over the years, these things have been selectively (and once urgently) useful (“gosh Scott, I’m sure glad you have that quarter inch hex wrench with the double bend . . .” ). For the most part, my rolling workbenches rarely sees the light of day. But the tools are there. If I need them in the house. Or on the road . . . . .