This one opens one handed out of the box and as always I was amazed at how much I've ground the blade down by constant sharpening - I won't tolerate a dull knife. Yeah, I go through as many fine Arkansas stones as I do knives.
Check out how thin that blade is, how the lock is riding up and if you look close at the brass nearest the blade you can see where I've used that motherfucker for a hammer. Yes, I know a knife is a knife and not a hammer, but by God a 110 makes a pretty good substitute when you ain't got the real thing handy.
So now it's time to retire my old knife to my Me Room, in a drawer full of other stuff I can't bear to throw away.