Knipex Electrician’s Shears
I wandered into a friend’s shop today, a man deep in the guts of some vintage travel trailer, chasing wires through wall cavities like a man possessed. Electricity is pure voodoo to me, so I kept my distance and watched him wrestle a high-tech inverter, a bank of solar panels, and various other contraptions that demanded cable so thick it looked like it belonged on a suspension bridge. Then I noticed the shears. Tiny, almost dainty little Knipex bastards, barely bigger than what your grandmother uses at her sewing machine. The man was running them through wire after wire, fat …
