MacGuyver77
Member
Well I thought I would share a funny (now, not so much then) story of a gun I was thinking about buying, but didn't.
A couple of weeks ago, I got the itch to buy a Ruger GP100. I had been wanting a revolver, nothing specifically, but when I saw a post on the revolver forum about an outfit out west selling LNIB GP100 4" Stainless for $300 plus shipping the itch kicked in real bad.
I didn't know much about the .357 Ruger, but after research and reading other posts, decided that I liked it a lot, and wanted to buy one. Well my pragmatic side of me started getting the better of me, reasoning that with a wedding & honeymoon coming up (read $$$$$$$$$ ) parting with $300 + $20 shipping +$30 Transfer & Taxes wasn't such a good idea. But still the itch persisted. I even called the seller of these surplus GP's to get some information, but decided that I should do a little more investigating before I said "screw you left brain, I'm doin' it."
I decided the next day that after I got the grass cut, I'd head down to the gun store (and later the range to exercise the Beretta I had bought not 2 weeks earlier) to examine a GP100 in person as I had yet to see/hold one. Well I get done with the yard, clean up and drive over to the gun shop. By then it was raining like the dickens, and I was happy just to make it there without incident... or so I thought.
Here is where you might want to put down the soda, or finish swallowing what ever is in your mouths. As I pull off the road into the parking lot I start to notice that there are a lot of vehicles there. More than usual. This is a small parking lot, kinda triangle shaped with 2 travel isles and 3 rows of spots. Well as I'm manuvering down the one way asle, I'm craning my neck looking for a spot close to the shop when BAM! The truck comes to an immediate halt. I look in front of me and realize I have just driven into a 36" diameter, billboard pole which is actully slightly in the travel asle that I had failed to see. You kinda have to drive into the grass, (unless you have a compact car) to avoid it at the end of the asle. What is even worse is that it is painted flat black just like the parking lot, with no dileneators around it.
Well I caught it on the front bumper, in line with the left headlight. I hadn't been over far enough to miss it. :banghead: Totally boneheaded move by me. At least I hadn't hit someone elses' car. I was so angry at myself, I didn't even go in the gun store. I drove straigt to the body shop. I ended up spending $975 to get the bumber and fender replaced and repainted, and another $175 to take care of a couple other dings I had while it was there. Sheesh. I still ended up going to the range later and let the lead fly.They even had a GP100 there to rub it in. After a couple magezines, I had completly forgot about my mishap and managed to enjoy myself quite a bit as I pounded paper blue men with lead.
The moral of the story is I should have just bought the gun the day before and avoided going to the gun shop that day where for whatever reason I should have had my driving privellidges revoked. My need to justify a $350 purchase cost me $1150 in repairs to my truck (I know the real reason is that I was a dumb-a_ _ ) Now, no guns for a while, until I save up to recoup my bad decision. But my no means am I complaining or feel I didn't deserve it. It could have been a lot worse (billboard falls down, hit someone's car, run over a person, etc) and I have nothing to blame it on by myself. How does the saying go... The best lessons in life are learned the hard way... or are the ones that cost you $$$$$$$$$$$!!!!
Thanks for reading. Feel free to chastise away.
A couple of weeks ago, I got the itch to buy a Ruger GP100. I had been wanting a revolver, nothing specifically, but when I saw a post on the revolver forum about an outfit out west selling LNIB GP100 4" Stainless for $300 plus shipping the itch kicked in real bad.
I didn't know much about the .357 Ruger, but after research and reading other posts, decided that I liked it a lot, and wanted to buy one. Well my pragmatic side of me started getting the better of me, reasoning that with a wedding & honeymoon coming up (read $$$$$$$$$ ) parting with $300 + $20 shipping +$30 Transfer & Taxes wasn't such a good idea. But still the itch persisted. I even called the seller of these surplus GP's to get some information, but decided that I should do a little more investigating before I said "screw you left brain, I'm doin' it."
I decided the next day that after I got the grass cut, I'd head down to the gun store (and later the range to exercise the Beretta I had bought not 2 weeks earlier) to examine a GP100 in person as I had yet to see/hold one. Well I get done with the yard, clean up and drive over to the gun shop. By then it was raining like the dickens, and I was happy just to make it there without incident... or so I thought.
Here is where you might want to put down the soda, or finish swallowing what ever is in your mouths. As I pull off the road into the parking lot I start to notice that there are a lot of vehicles there. More than usual. This is a small parking lot, kinda triangle shaped with 2 travel isles and 3 rows of spots. Well as I'm manuvering down the one way asle, I'm craning my neck looking for a spot close to the shop when BAM! The truck comes to an immediate halt. I look in front of me and realize I have just driven into a 36" diameter, billboard pole which is actully slightly in the travel asle that I had failed to see. You kinda have to drive into the grass, (unless you have a compact car) to avoid it at the end of the asle. What is even worse is that it is painted flat black just like the parking lot, with no dileneators around it.
Well I caught it on the front bumper, in line with the left headlight. I hadn't been over far enough to miss it. :banghead: Totally boneheaded move by me. At least I hadn't hit someone elses' car. I was so angry at myself, I didn't even go in the gun store. I drove straigt to the body shop. I ended up spending $975 to get the bumber and fender replaced and repainted, and another $175 to take care of a couple other dings I had while it was there. Sheesh. I still ended up going to the range later and let the lead fly.They even had a GP100 there to rub it in. After a couple magezines, I had completly forgot about my mishap and managed to enjoy myself quite a bit as I pounded paper blue men with lead.
The moral of the story is I should have just bought the gun the day before and avoided going to the gun shop that day where for whatever reason I should have had my driving privellidges revoked. My need to justify a $350 purchase cost me $1150 in repairs to my truck (I know the real reason is that I was a dumb-a_ _ ) Now, no guns for a while, until I save up to recoup my bad decision. But my no means am I complaining or feel I didn't deserve it. It could have been a lot worse (billboard falls down, hit someone's car, run over a person, etc) and I have nothing to blame it on by myself. How does the saying go... The best lessons in life are learned the hard way... or are the ones that cost you $$$$$$$$$$$!!!!
Thanks for reading. Feel free to chastise away.