1/6/09

Ok, I couldn’t finger out where to insert the following story yesterday so I thought I'd hold it for today. Saturday, after we had the garage cleared out and Shichi parked, John and Pat loaded up the items they were calling “dibs” on and we all chatted for a bit. John left so Pat and I talked a little longer. While we were out there, the mailman delivered a small box. I knew it was the magazines for Slick Willie. Well, I was close. It was one of the magazines for Slick Willie, the other is on back order. After Pat left, I sent in and played with the new mag for a bit. It loaded easily, especially with the thumb-saver thingy I bought, and fed ammo perfectly when manually racked. I decided that I was going to the range on Sunday to try it out. I crashed out for the rest of the evening in front of the TV. Sunday morning I headed to the range. Mom wanted to go to lunch so I knew I only had about an hour and a half. Of course the range on 377 isn't open on Sunday. I knew I didn’t have time to get across town to Cutie Patootie’s range so I went for a hoon instead. I eventually went back home and waited for mom so we could go to lunch. We went to Red Hot and Blue and had a rack of ribs. They were quite tasty. After lunch I sat down in my chair to watch a little TV. Once the cross-dressing midget was through cavorting, I left for Cutie Patootie’s gun range. I only took Slick Willie, the two magazines, and sixty-four rounds of ammo. I signed in and told Cutie Patootie I was going to look at the riot guns when I came back out. The new magazine works great. It feeds ball ammo. It feeds hollow-point ammo. I like this gun. I'm not accurate enough to trust my CHL proficiency exam to it, but I hit center mass with all but one shot. Head shots, not so much, I had three “flyers” in about fifteen up there. Oh, the one out of center mass was also when I was shooting at the shoulder for a clean target by the way. I suppose I could do the exam with this gun if need be. I won’t, but I suppose I could. When I was done shoosting, I went back out to talk to Cutie Patootie. She showed me the two pump-action, pistol-grip shotguns they had. One was a .410 bore and the other a 20 gauge. The 20 seemed to make more sense as a defense weapon so I looked at it. It was really cool. I couldn’t really justify it but I hung out for a while and thought it over. Eventually I left without buying anything more. I went home to get ready for the Japanese Old School car thing we have on the first Sunday of each month. I had parked Ms. Clio down by the barricade when I came home from the morning hoon in preparation for driving Shichi that evening. I'd driven Fifi to the range so I parked it down on the street as well. Around 1800 h I shod myself in the Adidas wrestling shoes I wear when driving Shichi and yelled up the stairs that I was leaving. Mom volunteered to come down and close the garage door for me. I said I would appreciate that and began the ingress process. Just as I sat down and got the tails of my jacket pulled down, I remembered the battery cut-off switch. Mom asked if she could help but I didn’t want to have to ‘splain the whole process and worry about the hood latches the whole way to the event. I got out. With the car live, I folded myself back in again and fired up the engine. I rolled out and waved “bye” to mom. It was friggin’ cold. I hauled ass down the freeway to the Purple Cow and met up with John who was waiting. Once I stopped the car and got out the temperature wasn’t too bad. We stood there for a bit until, um, whatever that dude’s name is showed up with his silver 210 wagon. John called Jeff, the other organizer of the event, to ascertain his whereabouts. He was just leaving so the three of us went inside. Yeah, it was much warmer in there. We hung out and were joined by a few others. We ate and had a good time. Around 2030 h or so we all headed out. It wasn’t too cold walking to the cars, or getting in the car, or sitting in the car, but as soon as I started rolling, it was friggin’ cold. I hauled ass home and pulled into the driveway. As I was about to get out to open the door, mom came down and did it. She’d called and left me a message saying I could call her when I pulled up and she’d open up. I didn’t get that message but probably wouldn’t have called anyway. I'm used to getting out and opening the door for that car. No big whoop. I parked the thing and disabled the battery before going in to thaw out. I think a better cold weather setup is going to be no Birkini top, tonneau cover, and closed “door” on the driver’s side. I can’t get in and out with the tonneau and top in place but if it is cold I'd be wearing a hat anyway making the top superfluous. I wish I'd thought of that Sunday. Oh well, what are you going to do? I'll tell you what I'm about to do, I'm about to go have some lunch. I'll talk to y'all again tomorrow.