1/29/13

As promised, and as usual, Tuesday is “Tale of Sunday’s Activities Day” in the Dimlight Racing rant.  I knew mom had a lunch thing at church so I was free to do whatever I wished.  My plan was either to go to the shop, the most likely scenario, or go to the Lewisville gun show with Larry, an unlikely possibility.  I shot Larry a text asking if he wanted to go and awaited his reply.  He did want to go so I shaved my teeth, inserted my eyes, got dressed, packed up the 7.62x39 Saiga and all its sun-dried bits, and hopped in Fiona to go pick him up.  We rolled to Lewisville and found the venue.  The line was ridiculously long but I was shuffled ahead to a much shorter line since I had a firearm to be tied off by the cops at the door.  As I waited in that line, I watched the other line move up.  As I was entering the door and about to hand over the gun to the officer, I saw Larry pay and go in.  I got tied off and paid then found Larry.  We began walking the aisles.  A few people asked about my gun but no one offered me any money for it.  The crowd was intense.  You couldn’t get near any table with pistols and the aisles were packed like sardines.  Fortunately I wasn’t looking for a pistol since I couldn’t afford to buy… well, anything unless my gun sold.  I did see a magazine-fed, bolt action .22 rifle I was interested in though.  Larry offered to loan me the $175.00 to buy it but I passed saying, “Let’s see what else there is and come back to it.”  That was either a mistake or quite fortunate, but I'll get there in a bit.  We kept walking.  A few rows later we saw a neat little Bullpup SKS conversion rifle.  I really wanted that but would have had to mooch way more money than I was comfortable with from Larry to get it.  Eventually Larry saw a few guns he liked and said we’d come back to grok a little later.  Ok, he didn’t say “grok,” I put that in there.  Anyhoo, we walked the entire show then headed back to look at “my” .22 rifle.  When we found the table, it was not sitting there.  It was leaning against the rack next to a guy filling out paperwork.  I shrugged it off.  I didn’t need it or to be indebted to Larry either.  So, of course we went back to look for the Bullpup SKS!  Fortunately it was gone as well.  Larry looked for the CZ-52 pistol he was interested in but… you guessed it, it was gone.  Finally we went to look at the 12 gauge coach gun he saw earlier.  It was still there so we looked at it for a while.  He decided against it for some reason and we went to find some lunch.  We wound up at a Jimmy John’s Sandwich Shop a few miles from the venue.  We ate and decided against going back to the show.  I took him home and headed home myself.  I went through Boyd and stopped at the cemetery where my dad is buried then hooned on back via the back roads.  Eventually I got home and wasted the evening watching TV.  By the way, I want to do unspeakable things with that DirecTV Genie… I'm just saying.  Yum!