Paul,
I should have done it this way /sarcasm/. ;-)
I'm actually pretty good with tools and don't break them or what I'm working on. I've successfully fixed mechanical watches, pocket watches, quartz watches, 400 day clocks, computers, TVs, radios, HiFi equipment, wired entire buildings, fixed uncounted modern and antique motorcycles and cars, a few airplanes (including a brake job on a real, actual four engine DC-7, no less than 168 brake pucks), computers, hotrods, drag bikes, classic cars, exotic cars, built a working EFI system from parts, firearms, cell phones, well pumps, air conditioners, appliances, lawn mowers, the Kubota, and that cursed Husqvarna. Sometimes I scare myself with all the stuff I've fixed. 99% of the time, what I fix stays fixed and works properly happily ever after.
My "workshop" is 4,500 sf, concrete floor, lights, power, cube fridge and a 10 by 40 bifold door (it is an aircraft hangar, I tell my wife it is the world's second largest shoe closet, and she's happy).
Tools - everything imaginable. And more. Often in duplicate or even triplicate. And I really do know how to use them properly, I used to teach in a vocational school. Dedicated tool chests for each function, one for electronics tools, one for aircraft sheet metal tools, one for air tools, etc. I also discovered I have gas welding equipment, a MIG welder and two arc welders. (My name is Mike and I have REALLY, REALLY GOT to stop acquiring tools!)
The problem with the Husqvarna is that it refuses to STAY fixed. It is like trying to patch a spider web. All the old stuff breaks again and again, and then new stuff also breaks. I guess it was built on a Friday afternoon before a major holiday or on a Tuesday after that major holiday, and the hangovers weren't gone yet. Either that, or it is possessed by evil spirits or demons and I shall get to choose between having it exorcised or driving a stake through its heart. I think it knows I am seriously beginning to hate it and come high noon at the OK Corral, *I* am going to be the winner, not it.
Speaking of abusing tools, one of the other instructors once caught a student using a micrometer as a 10mm open end wrench. The instructor was 6'4" and admitted to 350 pounds (think big, badass biker, beard, tattoos and all). He grabbed the 90 pound student's wrist, splayed the kid's fingers out on the table and with an evil grin told the kid to "pick a finger".
Not having much choice, he did. Evil Instructor said "I caught you using a micrometer for an open end wrench. Pick the finger you want me to cut off. You'll never get to do it again."
The kid fainted . . .
After he came to, he ran to the director of education and complained. The D of E called in the instructor, closed the door and told him it was probably the funniest thing he had ever heard but please don't do it again because we don't want to get sued.
Best,
Mike/Florida