I was never a Glock fan either, in fact until last month I used to scoff at those "butt ugly Buck Rogers ray guns." Never, I told myself, not in a million years, would I ever own a piece of combat tupperware. No sir.
Then back in late April I was at White Marsh and saw a rebuilt Glock 23 in the display case. It was one of those police trade-ins that were sent back to the factory for a second chance and carried the department stamp on the slide. I don't know why, maybe out of pure curiosity, but I asked to handle it. I turned it over, felt the grip, sighted it, examined the trigger, and gave it back. No big deal. No interest in buying or shooting one. I left the store daydreaming about my next J-frame or perhaps breaking down and buying a 3 1/16" Ruger SP101 since I couldn't bring myself to send my 2 1/2" off to the factory for a barrel swap.
It was only afterward that the idea of owning one began to grow on me like some insidious viral infection until at last I was struck down by Glock-itis. (Little did I know there was no cure) However the .40 seemed a bit much and so I tried hard to push the idea out of my mind by reading all I could on the comparative recoil of the round as measured by other calibers. Yet somewhere in the midst of my deliberations the concept of purchasing a Glock 19 was born, though just when or where the notion originated I cannot say for certain. All that I do know is once I realized that I could have the same compact frame as the .40 model 23 with the lighter 9mm model 19 my desire became such that I couldn't shake off the suggestion. In a last ditch effort to convince myself that it really wasn't a gun that I'd like, I went to On Target and rented one. Big mistake. It only took less than fifteen minutes for me to fall head over heels in love, so much so that the salesman practically had to pry the gun from my fingers.
The rental was filthy ~ and I do mean filthy. It hadn't seen a bore brush or some Hoppes since the day it was born and in the meantime had been used and abused by numerous individuals and countless thousands of rounds with nary a simple dusting between shoots. Once done the clerks simply put it back in the case, time and time again, yet amazingly that dirty gun fired flawlessly with the very same ammunition which had caused two feeds jams in my pristine series 80 Colt model M1991A1. An identical Colt owned by former co-worker once had the slide stuck open by less residue than I saw on that model 19 and yet the Glock went bang each and every time I pulled the trigger. Unbelievable. To say that I was impressed would be an understatement - I was flabbergasted. My accuracy with it was also something that I found surprising, because the trigger (which took some getting used to) notwithstanding I did better with the Glock my first time out than I did my beloved Colt ~ and I was flinching now and then too! (For some reason I kept expecting the lighter frame to have more recoil than it did.)
From the moment I left the range all I could think about was buying a Glock 19 for myself and after making several phone calls I came across a used model which I examined the very next day and purchased on the spot. In less than 48 hours she'll be mine (Maryland....
) and believe me I just cannot wait to take possession of her. Unlike the other guns in my collection when I think of the Glock asthetics are the last thing that comes to mind - instead I recall the reliability and feel secure knowing that should I ever need it to use it, it'll perform come what may. As much as I still adore it (for it was my first, and up until now my only, semi-auto) I just don't have the same level of confidence in my Colt thanks to those two feeds jams and tap-rack-bang drills are the last thing I want to be worrying about should some goblin forcibly intrude upon me with evil intentions. Of course I could fix the problem by simply avoiding that particular brand of ammunition or investing in some gunsmithing (such as a throat job/polishing the feed ramp), but I'm spoiled by revolvers that work dirty and with any brand of ammunition right out of the box. I feel that my semi's should behave likewise and even in my limited experience the Glock measured up to this standard. Judging from the comments others here on THR have made I gather that's pretty much par for the course.
Although I criticized them in the past, I'm definitely a Glock fan now and if only I could find a Glock 19 that was traded in and still carried the police department stamp on the slide my happiness would be complete. Don't ask me why, but those markings add a certain aurora to the gun.....they give it a history, if you know what I mean.