Bill in NM
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I had just turned onto the 1/2 mile of dirt road going to my favorite gun store, when a "low-rider" screamed out of the store and was coming my way, on my side of the road. I slowed down and turned on my lights. He kept coming. I flashed my high-beams several times. He kept coming, and accelerating. I moved over to the left side of the road. So did he. By now, our seperation distance was rapidly closing. I moved right. So did he. I pulled as far right as possible, and stopped, but he would still cream me if he kept coming as he was. At this point, I reached down and gripped my Sig P220, and started to pull it from it's holster. Just about the time the trigger guard cleared leather, he zipped over to his side and blew by my about 3 to 4 seconds later.
I breathed a sigh of relief, and continued on to the store. I informed the owners of what had happened, and they gave me the rest of the story. Turns out that it was an 18 year old pumk that went in trying to buy a handgun "under the table". Owners wouldn't sell to him, but one took him over to the rifle selection to occupy him while the other went and called the Sheriff's office. He then said that he didn't want a rifle, and stormed out.
What a day,
Bill
I breathed a sigh of relief, and continued on to the store. I informed the owners of what had happened, and they gave me the rest of the story. Turns out that it was an 18 year old pumk that went in trying to buy a handgun "under the table". Owners wouldn't sell to him, but one took him over to the rifle selection to occupy him while the other went and called the Sheriff's office. He then said that he didn't want a rifle, and stormed out.
What a day,
Bill