I think everyone that knows me realizes this kind of summarizes much of my life. I try and get better but never quite get there. Over the years I have shown up at the crag to climb and ended up not having just about anything you can imagine; shoes, harness, two left shoes, two right shoes, sleeping bag, rope, gear, you name it. Goes for every sport I have been into, show up to ride with no riding shoes, no wheel, kayaking and forgot my paddle. OH well, typically managed to have some kind of fun. Heck, I replaced a couple of bolts using a crowbar as a hammer, lol. The sound effect was worthy.
We did eat pancakes at Denny's the first time we met up to work on Voyeur. This only happened because we both realized that neither of us had any bolts or hangers. Had to stop at Dennys and call John Cook to meet up on the Westside and bum some hardware. Some people bum smokes, some bum weed. We were bolt bums.