Lol, Chief! Yes, I have tons of power and hand tools (and know how to use 'em), along with jewelry-making and gardening stuff. I think the only thing I might be lacking is a Kitchen Aid mixer. No need, since I rarely bake.
I drove to school on a snowmobile, living in the Great White North. I found it amusing when we had the whole fam damly when we were in your lovely state of Michigan that I was the only one to keep folks upright on the waverunner. It's very similar to driving a snowmobile. Everyone else who tried driving them managed to dump themselves and their passengers, and the water was icy cold!
Learning to drive snowmobiles helped turn me into an above average driver more than any other machine. With my old Polaris, and it's track-wide cleats, if you got it on ice, or hardpack road snow, and went a little sideways, you could spin it endlessly, seemingly out of control. You had to use to counter-steer around corners (what the auto crowd calls drifting) to keep the sled going around properly. Body English was essential if you wanted to go the speeds I used to go, and not roll the machine. The same skills are used when being towed by a hot sled, and you are riding an aluminum flying saucer at 70+ mph. When done successfully, it was a fast and thrilling ride. Done wrong, you could end up in the hospital, or cemetery. And yet, I'm still alive, I think.
Any way you look at it, by the time I got in a car (truck) to learn to drive, I had skid control, reflexes, and decision making processes firmly in place. Using that same metality, when it was time for my own kids to learn to drive, I knew that the school driver's ed program couldn't teach them all the skills they would need. So I took them out into icy supermarket parking lots, at 2 a.m., and taught them how to control skids, throw the tranny into neutral when coming to a stop, how to rock the car to get it unstuck, etc. Life's lessons are to be handed down from parent to child. That's how it's supposed to work.
I know longer own all the toys, but I have had them all at one time or another. Dirt bikes, road bikes, road bicycles, bows and arrows, fire arms, boats, canoes, and the list goes on. My best toys were my kids. Ever turn a 4 year old on his/her side, on your lap, and pretend they are a guitar, strumming on their bellies. It's a hoot. They wiggle, squirm, laugh, and just go crazy. So many games to play with them. Yep, my best toys have always been my kids, and now, my grandkids.
Seeeeeeya; Chief Longwind of the North
