7/20/09

I don't really have a lot of time for a true rant. Then again, most of my rants seem to be boring travel logs of what I did over the weekend anyway so this one really won't be all that different. Saturday morning I met John at the shop and was told we were invited to join John Ullom at the outdoor gun range up near the speed way. It is called Quail Creek or something like that. Fortunately I had the Space Gun II and Big Millie’s gun bag in the back of the car, just in case we decided to go shoosting. We bailed on the shop and headed north. We signed in and found John and his father in law on the range. We were assigned a slot and shot the existing target until the range was closed and we could put up our own. I don't like that arrangement. I'd rather be able to bring my target in and out as I please. Oh, and they had a two second between shot rule. I cannot shoot the Space Gun II that slowly. I was warned several times. I'm not a fan of Quail Creek. I am a fan of the red dot optics on Space Gun II. I cut a bunch of really ragged holes in the torso and head of my target with that combination. I put that away and loaded fifty rounds of ball ammo into Big Millie and shot them. I sucked so much ass I was beginning to re-think that as my carry gun. I hit the target, more or less where I was aiming, sort of, but I was not what anyone would call accurate. It was disheartening. We left and ate barbecue at Sonny Bryant’s, which is not one of my favorites. From there we went to Cabela’s and I bought 100 rounds of 9mm and five 000 shotgun shells for the Judge. John and I went back to the shop where we’d left Fifi and hung out for a bit talking about stuff. I'm not sure we came to any conclusions though. I went home and goofed off the rest of the evening. Sunday morning I met Roger at Maharaja for some Injun food. I'd eaten there before, like twenty years ago with the “J” word, but it was just like I remembered it. And the food was fan-damn-tastic. I ate way too much but what really killed me was all the iced tea. I was totally hydraulic-locked when we left. I went home and laid down for a bit. Two hours later I woke up. I was a bit hyper so I decided to go for a shoot and a hoon. The weather was threatening so I didn't take Shichi out. Instead, I grabbed Big Millie’s bag again and headed to the range in Whiskey Flats. I shot fifty rounds and was satisfied that at “Social Interaction” distances, I can get the job done. From there I went to the shop, cleaned the gun, and fired up Lil' Wiggly. I knew I should have checked the air in the right front tire, but I didn't. I knew I should have gone back and checked the air in the right front tire when the thing plowed like Old Bessie the Plow Mare through the first left hander on the road to Cresson, but I didn't. I kept on going. Oh, and none too easily I might add. No, I was out for a hoon. Granted, the hooning speed of a mostly stock B-210 isn't all that much, but it was probably sufficient to kill me had the tire gone. I rolled on out to FM5 and up to I-20. I rolled along at freeway speed for a good ten miles at least and hooked off at Minkus road. I hooned back down to Aledo/Iona and over to 1187 then back to 377, the Dam Road and to the shop. Yeah, it pushed like a pig in every left hander but I was blaming it on the 155/80-13 tires. Well, it was because of a 155mm tire, but only because it was flat. Once parked I had a look and was not pleased. The sidewall does not look good. Oops. I went home and shot John an e-mail saying Lil' Wiggly definitely needs wheels and tires now. I ‘fessed up about not checking the air before going for a hoon. He called to ask if I'd wrecked it. Now, would I have said the car needs wheels and tires if I'd wrecked it? No, I would have said the car did NOT need wheels and tires anymore. Its like he doesn't even know me. We talked about options and he said he’d check with Marty about some Supra wheels. Well, Marty doesn't have those wheels anymore but he does have a bunch of Legend’s Car wheels. We’re probably going to give a set of those a bash. So, now that I've given the totally boring travel log of the weekend, I think I'm going home. Toodles.