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Had someone road rage the last funeral procession I drove in.

My wife is very strongly attracted to these for her next Volvo. All she does is commute, and we have 2 wagons when we need the room.

Lents still is ;) Most of my rentals were out there before home ownership. Neighbor used to detonate acetylene balloons in the middle of the night. Fun stuff.

I’ve shot one half mag of TCM. . Got to borrow it from a guy who was blasting sparks off the backstop. Thought it was a Five-Seven from the show. Especially worth it as a purchase since it comes with the 9mm barrel.

Article aside, that is a DAMN fine use of a reflection in a photograph. Excellent choice.

A few years ago, my wife looked at me and told me that I hadn’t been spending enough money on myself and that I needed a new pistol ( I literally live like a hermit, wear my clothes into rags, don’t buy shit... Once my kids move out, Fuck that I’m spending on me!)

Different views friend. We can put our surviving parents into Thunderdome and let them duke it out for the “Subjective Impressions of the Neighborhood” belt. I’ll lay even odds in favor of my crazy Amazon Line-crew Mom. Even with her broken leg ;)

Bersa .380 or .45 for small younger hands, S&W Model 10 or a Ruger Security Six loading .38 for Elderly hands. Or the always lovely Eastern bloc Cz-82//83. S&W Sigma. $300 is just about the right price for anyone looking for pure function at low cost.

I love guns, Hippy parents, but even they had limits.

“Yep, I’ve been accused of having a catfish in my pants, too! (winks)“ 

One of the few Chevys I’ve ever wanted. I’m more of a Barracuda guy. (Man, all that curvy glass) .

MAX is our train system, so should be armored cameras unless they were out of service, or the view was obstructed. I don’t ride that much lately, unless it’s back from the Mechanic (woo Cager!) but I do recall seeing a few on the buses I transfer through .

70's they were (especially as you got closer to Cully and Fremont, away from Beaumont) 80's were the beginning of the revitalization days.. 90's fucking rocked.

It’s the dirty secret of Portland.

The only bike that I’ve owned that wasn’t stolen, (or the one locked up in my basement behind me) was destroyed by a friend while they were skipping school. ‘65 Schwinn 5 speed. they locked it up near Lloyd Center, walked back to school, and looked at me like I was fucking Einstein when I asked them why they didn’t

All hail the Samaritans, and any who would give their lives in defense of others.

I survived Sepulveda Blvd. in a Hawaiian shirt for In ‘n Out ;) I can dig it friend.

Fuck the bystander effect.

My wife and I missed the Clackamas mall shooting by 24 hours. Only a decision to go grocery shopping instead placed us somewhere else.