Had an hour or two free this afternoon and stopped by to
see a couple of my good buddies - Rick (in the red braces)
and Cameron, who looks a little like one of Benjamin Franklin's
I just bought me a new Nikon S700 and since I had wasted
the morning on dueling keyboard with another forum
member on another forum, I thought I'd stop by La Mesa
Guns and play with Rick and Cameron.
It wasn't to be - I picked the wrong day - they were in 5th
gear scramble mode for our friends, the ATF boys!
Here's Cameron working away on one of a pile of drosses.
Normally the guy's hilarious - and we play off each other
until all but the long time customers get a little worried that
we are going to take it outside in the parking lot!
I didn't realize it but i had set the camera on the wrong (outdoor)
over ride mode - should have stuck to Auto. ... next time!
Hanging out here's fun - I've always has a neighborhood gun
store to hang out in ... good places to see and learn about life,
and of course, girls.
This gun shop used to be crammed into one half the space
and kept dark and mysterious - mixed with all sorts of
antiques and old uniforms, helmets, fighting axes and
Actually, I liked it better - BUT - this new makeover made room
for more guns. Look carefully here, and you'll see THREE Nylon
66's - almost as pristine as the day the popped off the assembly
line back in the early 1970's. I'm almost tempted to buy one -
I seem to have missed some of the full display shelves of old and
new pistols.The favorite of mine I hoped to shoot - I apparently
was too busy at checking out a purdy little redhead with a big
biker boyfriend. I went into 'old man dottering mode' ... for
self-defence :roll: ... in case my glances were detected by Spike -
is one filled with Lugars and C-96's - even a Red Nine, or two,
Bolos! I'll have to go back and get a picture of that case like I
said, it's my favorite!
... anyway, chances are good that I'm here or at one of two other
gun stores - not unlike this one - or at the range - or maybe the
beach drinking Margaritas down on the boardwalk (cement) in
PB or South Mission Beach. The last place to look for me is somewhere
I'm supposed to be, doing something that I'm supposed to be doing.