Tuesday, January 16, 2018

Those double digit temps we were supposed to get?

Well, they didn't happen. Instead of the promised 13°F, the mercury struggled up to 8° and then shrugged, gave it all up for a bad idea, and began retreating again.

We're not supposed to see the far side of freezing until Friday.

Once more unto the breach...

Constitutional Carry is up again in the Indiana legislature, in the form of House Bill 1022.

Contact your local legislator, Hoosiers, and also make sure that Speaker Bosma's office know that we will not appreciate him burying this in committee or shuffling it off to a study again. You can't call yourself "Indiana's Conservative Leader" and continue to kill gun rights bills. Pick one.

And if you're not a member of the ISRPA, fix that. Help from the national organization is always nice, but this is first and foremost a state-level fight.

Three below...

Yesterday afternoon I got a little light cardio by shoveling our walks and those of our neighbor to the north. I wasn't cold or worn out after that, so I shoveled our neighbor to the south, too, linking up to the cleared sidewalk two doors down.

It was -3°F when we woke up this morning, so nothing at all melted off last night. Not supposed to see double digits until afternoon, too. I'm going to try to make it to the range and the store today, I reckon.

Monday, January 15, 2018

Light snowfall...

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The soft whirring sound of derp.

If you think a USB-rechargeable battery operated fan is a worthwhile addition to a holster whose claimed primary reason for existing is that it's "more comfortable" than a plain kydex rig, you need to go sit in the corner and feel bad about yourself while the rest of us point at you and laugh.

Like Joshua H. brought up on the Bookface, this might have potential for hilarity:
Guy: "What's the noise?"

Alien Gear wearer: "What noise?"

Guy: "That humming noise. It's coming from... your belt? What is that?"

AGw: *fitfully tries to conceal his poorly fitted holster* "I don't know what you're talking about man! Just leave me alone you weirdo!"
Maybe if strapping a huge swathe of something to your side makes you sweaty and uncomfortable and gets your buttsweat all over your gun, the solution shouldn't be electric fans and cooling ducts, but a holster that is much smaller and waterproof?

I mean, I just drove from Indianapolis to Shawnee, Oklahoma with a Dark Star Gear Orion holster carried IWB, and that was something like ten hours, only stopping to pump gas. No cooling fan required, either.

Sunday, January 14, 2018

Sneak Preview...

Having lost over sixty pounds on the way to my initial goal of seventy, project AIWB is well underway. I've got the P30L and I have a temporary holster all set up. I'll be ordering a real dedicated AIWB holster here shortly.

I also got my hands on a subcompact for carrying when concealment might be more important. It's going to be the subject of the next VFTP 2,000-round test before I start carrying it, though, so watch this space once I finish up with the CZ.

Automotif CXLIII...

Got lunch at Books & Brews in Broad Ripple proper this afternoon, after hitting the Indy 1500 Fun Show. It's in the building where the Monon Food Company used to be. It's a shame MoFoCo had to go away (I loved their new menu) but this means that Broad Ripple has a used book store again, and one that serves beer, to boot.

After lunch, we walked next door to Rusted Moon Outfitters, where this beastie was spotted, parked up outside.

An old school 280GE Geländewagen.  To paraphrase an old C/D review, it's like a Land Rover for people who prefer Dobermans and black leather trench coats to Irish setters and Harris tweed.

Saturday, January 13, 2018

This is making me all OCD...

I need to find a one-hour class. I'm feeling itchy looking at that total...

I'm also feeling powerful nostalgia for 2015.

Changing with the times...

I noticed that the latest CDNN advert was ate up with ARs and AR uppers featuring quad-rail forends. And they were throwing a free quad rail forend in as a deal sweetener for packages with Colt 6920s and other guns.

And I got to wondering...
I'm picturing some emaciated child soldier in Sierra Leone or wherever with an "NFC Championship 2013" shirt and a spanking new Yankee Hill Machine quad rail on his blaster.

Resumed testing...

Thursday morning saw me at Indy Arms Co. with the CZ-75B Omega and a hundred rounds of TulAmmo 115gr FMJ ammunition.

I'm starting to close in on the finish line here and I want to get the 2,000 rounds wrapped up so I can move on to my next project.

That being said, I really like the way this gun shoots. I'm tempted to drop some Dawson fiber optic sights on it and go holster shopping and dabble at gaming. The target above was hosing in great big long 6- and 7-round strings and a couple mag dumps, and the heavy gun was stupid easy to control.

There were no malfunctions of any kind to report.

This makes 1609 rounds since the weapon was last cleaned or lubed with no malfunctions of any type. 391 rounds to go.

Friday, January 12, 2018

That was fun...

While Roomie was finishing getting ready for work this morning, I headed out to go start her car and thaw off the ice.

I was greeted by an RX300 in a quarter-inch thick cocoon of clear ice. The door wouldn't budge. The ground was too slippery to yank very hard, too. I'd grab the door handle and pull and wind up sliding toward the vehicle.

I crunched my boots through the frozen crust, set my feet and yanked again, but I became worried about tearing door seals. So, I headed back into the house and grabbed an old blow drier and spent the next five or ten minutes using it to thaw around the edges of the door.

Once inside, it was just a matter of letting it warm until the ice started thawing away from the heated glass over the vents and then knocking it off in big sheets.

Thursday, January 11, 2018

Filling in...

Back on January 2nd, I upped the round count on the CZ75B Omega and didn't note it here for some reason...

There were no malfunctions of any type to report.

This makes 1509 rounds since the weapon was last cleaned or lubed with no malfunctions of any type. 491 rounds to go. 

Still more abuse...

I hit the range at Indy Arms Co. yesterday morning with the Glock 32 and another hundred rounds of Lucky Gunner's Remington .357SIG 125gr FMJ to subject the Surefire XC1B to more trial-by-muzzle blast.

I'll note that the switches are positioned such that, if you shoot with a thumbs-forward grip, the Glock 32 recoils enough that you're likely to inadvertently turn the light on while shooting. It's probably because of this that the light needed a new battery by the end of yesterday's range session. Fortunately AAA batteries are cheap and we keep plenty of them on hand at home.

Also, every hundred rounds, I'm tightening the battery cap. Blue Loctite should correct this if it becomes annoying.

I had applied a little grease to the lens at the start of the test, and yesterday I wiped it with a Q-tip and the lens is clean and clear as new.

This gets the testing up to 550 rounds, and the light is still functioning.

Wednesday, January 10, 2018

Tinkering for tinkering's sake...

Once upon a time, computers weren't all constantly connected to the intertubes. What we call "air-gapped" these days was the normal state of machines back in the desktop beige box days.

Back then, when you bought a program it came in a cardboard box on physical media. You would install it on your computer and it would work the same way from the day you installed it to the day you stopped using it. Nobody could rearrange the menus on WordPerfect or change the buttons in Secret Weapons of the Lufwaffe... Good times.

Nowadays, half the software you interact with doesn't even reside on your PC. Further, there are whole departments at, say, Facebook or Blizzard or Google whose entire job is to "enhance the user experience". If they're not constantly dicking around, adding and removing features, changing what buttons do, moving things around...then they're not doing their jobs.

We have incentivized instability.