No, no, down, boy, it means "a quick report," which is all I have time for.
Tam and I hit the Indy 1500 on Day One, arriving an hour after the doors opened to find...a long line! Inside, pretty crowded for a Friday and a fair amount of actual business going on. Plenty of ammunition available and word on the EPA lead-bullet idiocy did not appear to have (yet) caused a run on the stuff; I picked up a little .38 Super and .45ACP anyway, 'cos you never know. (Also .38 Stupor is never easy to find, at least in gunstores around here: "Unh...we had a box of that around here somewheres...," they say, unearthing a well-yellowed Winchester white box in a dust bunny) .
We saw not one but two early 20th-century Mauser .25 pistols, scaled-down replicas of their quirky .32, practically dollhouse guns. ("Everybody stay calm an' hand over the glitter or Barbie gets it!") and I held a couple of Merwin & Hulbert revolvers, which feature one of the oddest opening/closing mechanisms I have yet seen -- unlatch the whole front of the frame/barrel assembly, twist it free of machined grooves and pull it (and the cylinder) forward to dump the spent brass and reload: better get it done in five rounds, cowboy, or carry a brace of 'em!
And -- aw, would you look at the time? Laters, I gotta git.
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