Favorite tools: Fisher Space Pen
When one begins to specialize in a specific area, say wheel building for example, one gets very specific about the tools with which one works with. I am no exception. I have tools I like and though they seem somewhat outdated my loyalty has not shifted. I use the same tools my wheel building “Sensai” used and find it very difficult, at times, to switch into less cumbersome methods.
Today’s tool that I’d like to pay homage to isn’t directly related to wheel building but it has been with me from the very first thought about building, business, and has been with me on countless miles of open road. I have replaced parts of this tool over and over and through the years have not managed to lose it. It is my pen. My Fisher Space pen.
The fact that I haven’t lost this pen like I lose keys, wallets, pendants, gloves, shoe laces, dinner plates and countless other ordinary, everyday items dates back to when I was a child and my dad gave me my first “Pen of value”. This pen is sitting at home on a shelf and is well used. It bears a nursing insignia on the top and is a teal green on the bottom. My dad gave it to me while he was clearing out his desk on one of his “De clutter” missions. As an anecdote, my dad’s desk, work bench, and top dresser drawer were always a treasure chest of old, shiny items from compasses to pens to toys he had since he was a child–all played with while he was at work by me and occasionally my sisters. The pen my dad gave me, in addition to two others, remain small treasures to me.
Anyhow, this Fisher Space Pen that I am currently feeling deep gratitude towards first traveled to Patagonia with me and later did several other bicycle trips. It’s the pen with which I first wrote the ideas for this shop and it’s the pen with which I embark on all existential ponderings. It’s also the pen with which I write prescriptions for new wheels. It lives here in the shop, in my apron.
There isn’t much to say about the characteristics of the pen. It feels nice in my hand, I can write upside down with it, on a wall, under water, and should my adventures take me to space, I could even use it there.
And that’s really the end of this thought. A short love letter to my pen. The catalyst of my crazed ideas, the joy of my inked adventures.