America built some special cars, cars that evoke memory and emotion. Marc Cohn remembers one.
When buying a used car, punch the buttons on the radio. If all the stations are rock and roll, there’s a good chance the transmission is shot.
It used to be a truism that guns only had two enemies, politicians and rust. I think that needs to updated to include power tools.
I like power tools of all sorts. Milling machines to chain saws, they are designed to do specific jobs and do them well. I have even successfully used power tools on firearms a time or two. You don’t need a Dremel tool or a belt sander to damage a firearm, you can totally wreck one with sandpaper, a hand drill, a tap and die set, or some jeweler’s files. Like any other tool, a Dremel just lets you work faster. So you get to ruin that gun in jig time and go watch the game, too.
The image comes from Everyday, No Days Off, my latest addition to the blogroll. The title of the post comes from a friend of mine that works in a gunshop. He occasionally sees the sad results of the collision between power tools, good intentions, and firearms.
A determined soul will do more with a rusty monkey wrench than a loafer will accomplish with all the tools in a machine shop.
Blue sky, blue walls.
Steel plates, silhouettes, swingers.
Soon, the buzzer.
A good athlete always mentally replays a competition over and over, even in victory, to see what might be done to improve the performance the next time.
Borepatch, the lovely (if I may be so bold) Mrs. Borepatch, and Borepatch 2.01 and Borepatch 2.02 stopped here on their way to Atlanta. I had promised a home cooked meal to break up the journey, and when deciding what to cook, I remembered a recipe I saw on Eyes Never Closed.
Eyes Never Closed lamented that he had eaten them before thinking of taking a picture, so here is my take off on his Whiskey Fried Porkchops. All a cook can ask for is to see his guests eat, so this recipe is a keeper. Applewood rub, Redneck Pepper, and a water glass full of bourbon. I saw someone take thirds.
Good to spend an evening with the Borepatches, too. A chance to talk and share, discuss politics, computers, and guns.
Life is partly what we make it, and partly what it is made by the friends we choose.
Out in the field after the turkey and before the dessert. Four of us taking turns with a black powder flintlock rifle. Here’s the rifle’s owner looking downrange at the results of his last shot.
A lot of fun and a look back at history. It brings the idea of being a Minuteman into perspective.
Pick up a rifle and you change instantly from a subject to a citizen.
–Col. Jeff Cooper