Re: What Inspired You?
HallisChalmers wrote:Kai wrote:Hard to say when I was first inspired. My dad, who clearly wasn't running for Parent of the Year, bought me my first set of picks when I was 13~ish. Told me to "stay out of trouble". I must have seen picking in the movies and thought that was pretty damn cool. I really didn't have any idea what I was doing, but made a real effort to try and understand how locks worked and how they were picked. The seed had been planted.
Years go by. Interests change. Picking was something I only got better at when a crisis forced me to remember. I had bought a few different sets just to have around, but it wasn't until about a year ago that I really got the bug and started buying locks and making picks. Started getting really good with what I had and started feeling pretty good about it too.
I recently found that 17 years after getting my first set, an entire lockpicking community has sprung up right under my nose. Reading forums like this one and watching people like Wiz on youtube have probably been more inspiring than when I was a kid. The amount of information available today is simply incredible.
My brain has been flooded with techniques and templates, and videos, and diagrams, and cutaways, and the infinite discussions on every lock imaginable. All of these realizations suddenly synergized into one shining divine epiphany:
I am terrible and need a lot more practice
Thanks for the humble pie. I'll eat it in the corner, thank you.
Edit: I also save babies and puppies in my spare time
Oh, you poor bastard...you've got it bad, don't you?
That's how it starts...you begin comparing techniques with other pickers and then it becomes an all consuming compulsion to improve. You MUST open that lock...NOW...you need to hear that comforting click of the lock when it pops open... Everywhere you look...locks....padlocks..tubular locks..car locks ....What kind are they? Warded? Pin Tumbler? Everywhere, locks...looking at you...No! Wait, they're laughing at you! The damn locks are laughing AT YOU!
Scoffing, smirking at you as walk past...daring you to open it...if YOU CAN!
"BASTARDS! I will open as many locks as I possibly can! FROM THE PITS OF HELL I STAB AT THEE, DAMN LOCK!" you scream to yourself as you reel in dizzying horror.
But hey, that's just me. A tender, delicate, waif-like creature.
That's why I'm thinking about taking up online banking. It such a fucking tease!