As I posted earlier; they have an ‘aura’ that surpasses function.
We were in a travel all ( think lorrie / US truck made up as station wagon
Heading for an archaeological excavation. Guy on a Harley Davidson pulls onto the road right on top of us almost becoming one big bug splat. We braked hard , swerved and passed into oncoming trucks. We pulled back over receiving the one finger salute.
We pull into a petrol station with the temp gauge pinging red from something gone amiss in the excitement ( radiator clamp)
Our wannabe Sonny Barger pulls in and pulls a KaBar. Im to tired to negotiate. I pull my Fairbarn; a blade of even less mundane use and possibly more fragile. It found its way into my field kit one day and stayed. ‘Sonny’ retreated, roaring off with another finger.
I turned, feeling my Jordan Peterson manhood validated. My GF, a 5’11” basketball player had a
Shovel/ spade in both hands raised like a Katana.
I feel there maybe several books waiting to be written within you.