Zach S
Member
Good news though, I wasnt hit.
After doing some laundry, I decided to go to McDonalds for a heart attack in a bag. On 191, one my way home, I heard what I thought was my Fairmont backfiring, While checking gauges (reflex) I noticed the "snap, crackle, pop" noises behind me. So I look in my rear-veiw, and my back glass is busted. So I hit second, foot to the floor, and I'm looking around for, well, anything. When I got home I called 911 to report it. 45 minutes later, the deputy shows up. I let him know he had the right place, and that I was armed.
"Got a permit?"
"Yep." (not that I need one at my own f***ing house)
"Aight"
"Its at 4:00, inside my waistband"
[no response]
"So, what happened?"
I tell him the story, he fills out the report.
[any enemies, blah blah blah]
His thoughts were the same as mine. ND. Poor muzzle control. Distant .38 or 9mm (judging by the size of the hole), definately not a rifle since there's not a hole in the front of my car somewhere. Dont think it was AM because there was only one shot fired. The investigation will probably go exactly nowhere.
We talked guns for a few minutes, I learned that the SD swapped to Safariland 6070 (or 6075) holsters (i think that what got the guns conversation going, I asked him about the holster), he mentioned his duty gun, I mentioned I dont like glocks.
"theyre great, I love mine. If you ever get one you'll-"
"had one, traded it."
[shock] "What do you carry?"
"4 inch Kimber. A series I."
"Thats a good choice" (I cant help but wonder if he just said that to aviod a glock/1911 debate)
We talked another minute or two, then he said he had to go do more cop stuff (well, he didnt phrase it like that), and left
Man, my life sucks. This has been the most "exitement" for me all week. Okay, all month. Sucks that my ride got shot though...
Anyone in the Asheville area got da hookup on glass? I need a back glass for an 83 Fairmont coupe...
[edited a few times because my brain isnt working right due to lack of slee, and my typing is suffering...]
After doing some laundry, I decided to go to McDonalds for a heart attack in a bag. On 191, one my way home, I heard what I thought was my Fairmont backfiring, While checking gauges (reflex) I noticed the "snap, crackle, pop" noises behind me. So I look in my rear-veiw, and my back glass is busted. So I hit second, foot to the floor, and I'm looking around for, well, anything. When I got home I called 911 to report it. 45 minutes later, the deputy shows up. I let him know he had the right place, and that I was armed.
"Got a permit?"
"Yep." (not that I need one at my own f***ing house)
"Aight"
"Its at 4:00, inside my waistband"
[no response]
"So, what happened?"
I tell him the story, he fills out the report.
[any enemies, blah blah blah]
His thoughts were the same as mine. ND. Poor muzzle control. Distant .38 or 9mm (judging by the size of the hole), definately not a rifle since there's not a hole in the front of my car somewhere. Dont think it was AM because there was only one shot fired. The investigation will probably go exactly nowhere.
We talked guns for a few minutes, I learned that the SD swapped to Safariland 6070 (or 6075) holsters (i think that what got the guns conversation going, I asked him about the holster), he mentioned his duty gun, I mentioned I dont like glocks.
"theyre great, I love mine. If you ever get one you'll-"
"had one, traded it."
[shock] "What do you carry?"
"4 inch Kimber. A series I."
"Thats a good choice" (I cant help but wonder if he just said that to aviod a glock/1911 debate)
We talked another minute or two, then he said he had to go do more cop stuff (well, he didnt phrase it like that), and left
Man, my life sucks. This has been the most "exitement" for me all week. Okay, all month. Sucks that my ride got shot though...
Anyone in the Asheville area got da hookup on glass? I need a back glass for an 83 Fairmont coupe...
[edited a few times because my brain isnt working right due to lack of slee, and my typing is suffering...]