11/24/14

Well, we didn’t get a lot accomplished Saturday.  I eventually got to the shop to find John and Pat talking about… hell, I don’t know, Yodas and shit probably.  We walked and grokked stuff around the lot and then John and I went to “work” on our cars.  I opened the hood on Scooby Two and looked around… then closed it again.  I showed John the window seals I had installed last week and was given a thumbs-up approval.  We looked at possible locations for the Hello Kitty Pleiades decals I bought as well.  After that, he sent me to the store to buy windshield wiper blades for Scooby Two as that was one thing on the list I could actually accomplish.  I also bought a seatbelt pad thing to cover the ugly section of the driver’s side belt and some “Agent Orange” hand cleaner stuff.  The “AO” we bought at the hardware store has annoyed me for a year now.  I finally gave in when I saw the real stuff on the shelf.  When I got back, I attempted to install the blades but was hampered by the oddity of the mounting method.  We wound up “stealing” the arms from John’s 1200 (off the shelf) and installing them that way.  Once we were done with that I watched, and helped a little I guess, while John installed the “Grands Pa’s Grille” in his1200.  A “Grands Pa’s Grille” is the stainless grille Nissan installed in the 1200 sedan.  It is my theory that John prefers the "Grands Pa's Grille" to the plastic grille Nissan used in the 1200 coupe because it is similar to the stainless grille they used in the 510… as he is a 510 guy at heart.  I claimed to hate it at first, but that was probably just me being a contrarian.  Once I saw it installed on his car though, I must admit that it isn’t bad looking… per se.  When we had used up all entertainment value the shop had to offer that day, we went to Mexican Inn for lunch and then I went home.  Mom had asked that I be home before 1630 h because it was supposed to come a frog strangler and she wanted me to be there to vacuum the water from the downstairs if it did.  I was home by 1545 h and said frog strangler did not appear.  Sunday I knew there was a Thanksgiving dinner at the church mom wanted me to attend with her so I planned around that.  While she was at church in the morning, I took the new 10/22 Takedown to the shop to have a look at modifying the bolt hold-open to make it “automatic.”  See, Ruger in their infinite wis-dumb still uses a BHO Juan has to manually disengage to close the bolt.  There are dozens of replacement units out there which just require the bolt to be pulled back and they auto-cancel… sort of thing.  After having installed one on the 10/22 I gave to John some years ago, and looking at them online, I realized if I were to just take a file to the little titty twixt the two slots it should auto-cancel without shelling out $10.00 for a new part.  And I figured if I fucked it up, I’d just buy a new one for $10.00, no harm no fowl… or something like that.  So, as I said, I took the new gun to the shop and disassembled it.  Once I finally located the wee-tiny file I needed, I got to work on the titty.  By the way, why doesn’t “Tiny and Flaccid” recognize the word “titty”?  Is it because none of the fucktard virgin assed programmers who wrote the program have seen one since being weaned?  Probably.  Anyhoo, I filed the titty down and reinstalled the BHO.  It almost worked.  I took it out and filed a bit more.  This time it did work… and there was much rejoicing.  Oh, I also took the barrel to the vice and broke loose the flash hider from the barrel so I could remove it when needs be.  See, I took some measurements and it appears that the gun won’t fit in the green cabinet once I install the pistol grip stock… but it also won’t fit in the black cabinet either with the flash hider installed.  So, for storage porpoises, the gun will have the thread protector installed with the flash hider strapped to the barrel or something.  Anyhoo, after doing those two little bits of amateur gunsmithery I locked up the shop and headed to Winchester Gallery’s gun range to sight in the optic.  I loaded up all 105 rounds of .22LR I brought with me and ran the target out to the far end.  I popped off the first five rounds and brought the target in.  Not one hit the paper!  I don’t mean they were way off the bulls eye, literally not one hit the paper!  I reeled the target back to about three yard and tried another five rounds.  They were high and to the left.  I adjusted the optic until I was making one ragged hole in the center of the target with multiple rounds.  Then I sent it back out to the far end and tried again.  I was high… again.  I re-readjusted the optic until I was hitting an area around where I intended to shoot.  It was no “tack driver” but… wait, that isn’t fair to the gun.  I was no tack driver with the gun.  I’m sure it hit exactly where the optic was pointed when my blind, shaky, and flinching ass pulled the trigger. I had one failure to feed which dented the case so bad it never would feed, and one misfire which did go off on a second attempt.  When I had burned through all the ammo I brought with me, I swept my brass, paid up, and went home.  I cleaned the gun when I got home and put it away.  Oh, the BHO functioned flawlessly by the way.  Now I just need $100.00 to buy the tactical pistol-grip stock and I’ll be totally happy with that gun… well, the charging handle is a bit on the small side, and I did see a couple cool laser-engraved bolts I liked.  Well, we’ll see.