I've had my Wave for about 15 years now. I once worked with a painting crew and a Leatherman was a required part of our kit. I received mine when my girlfriend at the time asked me what I wanted for Christmas. It sometimes seems Leatherman tools last longer than relationships. Mine has seen it's share of adversity. It's been dropped in cans of paint, covered in grease, oil, caustic chemicals and, well...it's been dropped down an outhouse. Yes I retrieved it, it's a Leatherman !
My Wave has repaired bikes, cars, trucks, boats, lawnmowers and agricultural equipment. Many of these times, miles from nowhere or when parts stores were closed for long weekends. It's done pruning, woodwork, manicures and pedicures. I'm sure I'm not alone when I say I've performed first aid with it. I purchase a new belt only after I know my Wave will fit. The leather sheath is so burnished and well worn, that on more than one occasion complete strangers have stopped me on the street to ask if they can purchase it for their new Leatherman.
There are so many stories associated with this great tool that I've forgotten most of them. There are two that stand out in memory though. Once, when flying to Australia I forgot I was wearing it and could not clear security check-in. My choices were, to leave it or, race back to the airline counter and check it through with baggage. Since the baggage for my flight had already been loaded, it would have to come by a different flight. Properly packaged and huge fee paid I raced back to security, barely making my flight. I was thoroughly convinced I would never see it again, and yet, the next day, there it was, delivered to the door of where I was staying in Sydney.
This next one is by far my favorite. Last Halloween, right around the time everyone should be arriving at costume parties, one of my house mates came into the kitchen. She had hand made a Darth Vader costume and she looked incredible, except her store bought light saber wasn't working and she was in a state of despair. The toy was to be the crowning touch to her ensemble. Taking the light saber from her, I completely disassembled it on the kitchen table with my Leatherman phillips head screwdriver, tightened all electrical connections, reassembled it, hit the switch and Voila, it worked. With a smile like the one I received she didn't need any light saber.
Now I'm referred to as "The Leatherman" and my friend carries a small version in her purse. I have, over the years, visited this website and marveled at all the cool new stuff you folks have introduced. But I can never quite bring myself to order anything, fearing, I guess, that I will relegate the perfectly good Leatherman I already own to a drawer somewhere.
Thanks for the great products,
British Columbia, CANADA