Pat Riot

I’m pretty sure that’s not exclusive just to the Marines.

Hmmm…at first I thought that someone took an impromptu first snow event and formalized it to make a buck or gain favor somehow. But then I found this article. https://theblackandwhite.net/63284/feature/snow-day-sno-problem-qa-with-michael-lipin-manager-of-d-c-snowball-fight-association/ It looks like they raise money for charities too. https://secretdc.com/dc-snowball-fight-association/ When we were kids word went around there would be a huge snowball fight in the park near the college. A bunch of us kids went and found that a bunch of college kids put this event on and we literally stood in the snow and picked teams. Then we had one hour to built snow forts and amass ammo (snowballs) We had a blast. It was a lot of fun. This occurred after every big snow for a couple of years until the Dean of the college put a stop to it. There was a rumor that the Dean got pummeled by snowballs on the way to his car and he got mad so he banned snowball throwing on campus and in the parks.

I looked, I did not see, I was conquered. I couldn’t find one anywhere. Ah, I didn’t want one anyway

Talk about a s**t story…

I haven’t tried Titegroup. Since Universal and Unique have disappeared I have been using HP-38 with good results. It’s still available.

A friend of mine bought an ammo box full of tracer rounds at a gun show. They were supposed to be FMJ 7.62x51. He asked me what I would do and I said “Take them back.” He did return them the next day. Apparently the guy’s son put that ammo box in the trailer with all the others by mistake. For bringing them back he gave my buddy the ammo he should have received plus several boxes of GI .45 ACP. Tracers were illegal in California, apparently. Regarding the guy wanting to load them? I’m not the Internet police. He can do as he pleases. I just hope he uses good judgement. Edit: I forgot to mention I witnessed tracer rounds being fired at a public desert range in CA back in ‘92. An LA County Sheriff’s Deputy was driving by and we told him about the idiots firing tracers. That range burned that day along with a few thousand surrounding acres and the range was never reopened. The Kentucky Range in Angeles National Forest.

Yes, Waffle House is an experience. I’m happy that you got to try it out. I love the hash browns and their coffee.

Well, let’s put it this way…I beat that boy’s a** but good. He got a whole new attitude after that.

I guess almond milk has been around awhile…

I nearly bought one of those fakes back in the early 90’s at a Gun Show. A knowledgeable gent tapped me on the shoulder and quietly clued me in. I saw him later at the Concession Stand and bought him a beer. I never understood why people do that crap. I read an article in the Shotgun News that outlined how to spot fake military signs. I read it around the time I was researching these M1 Garand “Tankers”. I saw one and wanted one. The lesson learned on the jungle Carbines prompted me to do my due diligence. I have to admit to calling out sneaky military gun salesmen using what I learned from the Shotgun News. I despise Sheisters. My old man was a Sheister. I hate that ****!

I had a No 4 Mk 1. My brother shot it better than I did so I gave it to him. He still has it but rarely shoots it.

Hmmm…my DNA results say I am 40% Scottish. My birthday is January 25th. No, I’ll not be having Haggis. Who could harm such a cute cuddly little creature?

Awe, I thought you were going to tell us that you bought one. I was looking forward to photos and a range report.

I have the opposite problem. My wife uses the good scissors and shears as box cutters. Drives me nuts! Oops! Forgot to add that I have bought her box cutters and lock blade knives but she always reaches for the scissors.

Cheap ones don’t good ones usually do. Ooh I like the look of those. Thank you Kris. I am adding these to my list. I have some Victorinox kitchen shear but they have this indent that drives me nuts.

When I was in 10th grade there was a bar not a hundred and fifty feet from our house. The guy that owned it gave his kid pretty much anything he wanted. He got a Vespa. It was an older model. Heavy as heck but had the biggest engine you could get in those scooters and he kept it in a shed behind the bar. One evening he was out messing with it so I went over to check it out. He only tooled around in the parking lot on it. I asked him why he only rode it in the parking lot and he said he didn’t know how to shift the gears. The gear selector was a ring to the inside of the throttle on the right end of the handle bar. I looked at it and figured it out real quick. It had 4 gears. I told him all he had to do was pull in the clutch lever, let off the throttle and turn the selector. Being a spoiled rich boy dumbarse he told me I didn’t know what I was talking about. The look he gave me was purely snotty. I told him I would prove it and he let me jump on it all the while threatening me if I wrecked it or damaged it. Well, I took off and whadda-ya-know, I was right. I hit second gear and up the road I went. I shifted to 3rd then 4th and I was going about 45 when I slowed, did a U-bop and back to the bar I went. I was literally gone just a little over a minute. When I pulled into the lot the kid was hopping’ mad and yelling at me which attracted the attention of the kid’s Dad and some of the bar denizens. They all came rushing out to see what was going on. The kid’s Dad, who was a friend of my Dad’s asked the dipstick what happened. He said I stole his scooter. The Dad asked me what happened and I told him. The kid flipped out and started blubbering about something and his Dad told him to shut up and put the scooter away. I went home. A few days later that kid’s Dad came to our house and asked me if I would like to have that scooter. I, of course said “Yes Sir, I would love to have that scooter.” My Dad put the kaibosh to the whole thing and that was that. This was the first of several vehicles my Dad put the jammers on. I cannot remember the Dad’s name now, but I can picture him as clear as if it were yesterday. He was a genuinely nice guy. Unfortunately his kid wasn’t and I eventually had to take care of this goofy sucker one day in the high school parking lot. That’s another story for another time. I don’t know what happened to that scooter, but I sure would have loved to have it.

Amazing!

That’s funny! Yes, it worked and I don’t have an Instagram app.

Yet!

I have some incredible dreams sometimes. Many make no sense. Some do. Often I am with a group of people I don’t know, but we are working on projects like moving slabs of concrete or building houses out of weird stuff like plastic and rolls of textiles. Last night I was helping kids build Hot Wheels tracks using plastic tubes and tripods. One little girl said “I know why your ears are ringing so badly. Your blood pressure is up!” And I woke up. Sure enough my BP was high. 173/99. Very strange considering it’s always around 130/80. It’s much better now, but my ears are still ringing like crazy. Have been for 3 days.

That was nice. Thanks Marshal.

I will ride until I can’t.

Years ago in the Navy I rented scooters in Italy, Greece and the Virgin Islands. Lots of fun for getting around. In Italy and Greece they were Vespas. No idea what the St. Thomas VI scooter was.