Okiecruffler
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I was driving to a local indoor range to pick up my new pistol yesterday when the guy driving next to me tried to pull into my lane. Since I was in the far right lane, I had no where to go except into the concrete divider, so I gave a little tap on my horn to get his attention. I'm one of those few people who truely isn't botherd by people making little mistakes while driving, hey I've made a few in the past 17 years. As long as you don't hit me, no harm/ no foul. So I didn't scream and yell, or give the old solo salute. But the guy speeds up and pulls in front of me, AND SLAMS ON HIS BREAKS!!!
So now he's in front of me on I-40 going 40 mph in his little VW Fox. I opted for the bigger engine in my truck for a reason, so I passed him and allowed myself to break a few traffic laws in order to put as far behind me as possible.
So 5 minutes later I pull into the parking lot of this big building with the words, "GUN RANGE" printed all over it. I'm on my way to an outdoor range out of town, so I have my tactical SKS in plain veiw in my gun rack. And this Yahoo suddenly appears behind me, honking his horn and screaming out the window. He parks about 2 inches off my bumper and jumps out, yelling about how he's going to introduce his foot to my hindquarters, or something to that effect.
I don't say anything, I'm just sizing the guy up. I've got 150 lbs and at least 10 years experience on him. I can't help but notice the brass knuckles on his left hand (southpaw I guess), but I've danced that one before and came out the better. And yes, I even gave thought to the fact that I had 5 rds of .357 on my hip that trumps brass knuckles even on a bad day.
There was a time in my misspent youth that I would not have allowed such an insult, but I wasn't as zen then ( I was Baptist, not Buddhist. ). Before I even said anything his lady friend was pulling on him from the car, telling him to get back in. So he leaves after informing me that the next time I see him coming I had better get out of his way.
So my question is this, "What kind of loony physically threatens an obviously armed man in the parking lot of a gun range?" Has the drug problem really gotten this out of hand? Oh well, other than that it was a pretty good day, but peoples sure is strange.
So now he's in front of me on I-40 going 40 mph in his little VW Fox. I opted for the bigger engine in my truck for a reason, so I passed him and allowed myself to break a few traffic laws in order to put as far behind me as possible.
So 5 minutes later I pull into the parking lot of this big building with the words, "GUN RANGE" printed all over it. I'm on my way to an outdoor range out of town, so I have my tactical SKS in plain veiw in my gun rack. And this Yahoo suddenly appears behind me, honking his horn and screaming out the window. He parks about 2 inches off my bumper and jumps out, yelling about how he's going to introduce his foot to my hindquarters, or something to that effect.
I don't say anything, I'm just sizing the guy up. I've got 150 lbs and at least 10 years experience on him. I can't help but notice the brass knuckles on his left hand (southpaw I guess), but I've danced that one before and came out the better. And yes, I even gave thought to the fact that I had 5 rds of .357 on my hip that trumps brass knuckles even on a bad day.
There was a time in my misspent youth that I would not have allowed such an insult, but I wasn't as zen then ( I was Baptist, not Buddhist. ). Before I even said anything his lady friend was pulling on him from the car, telling him to get back in. So he leaves after informing me that the next time I see him coming I had better get out of his way.
So my question is this, "What kind of loony physically threatens an obviously armed man in the parking lot of a gun range?" Has the drug problem really gotten this out of hand? Oh well, other than that it was a pretty good day, but peoples sure is strange.