…Storms build up across six or seven thousand kilometers of flatlands, feed on anything that can give them a push—coriolis force, other storms, anything that has an ounce of energy in it. They can blow up to eight hundred kilometers an hour, loaded with everything loose in their way—sand, dust, everything. They can eat flesh off bones and etch bones to slivers.
-“Dune”, Frank Herbert
A Haboob rolling into town, turning the air into sandpaper…
What it feels like if you’re outside when one of these suckers hits town:
I’ve carried this Spyderco Endura for prolly about a decade now. Handiest knife I’ve ever owned, but it’s talents are wasted on cutting open mail. :P
On top of Ol’ Dusty, all covered in dust, He’s really quite dusty, so clean him I must… (to the tune of “On Top of Ol’ Smokey”)
At least we don’t have Haboobs in Florida. Good the balls survived.
You need a blade-saver. Something that’ll keep the Spyderco from performing tasks that are beneath it’s dignity. I got a Tiremet survival tool off eBay. Hasn’t arrived yet, but I’ll write it up when it does. It has a pry-open tool that you can use for cutting tape on packages, a screwdriver blade, metric wrench AND a bottle opener.
Something like that will leave the Spyderco free for more important things, like slicing open oranges and muggers.
Yoicks, that incoming haboob is a nightmare vision.
I can’t believe people live there on purpose.