Archive for September 2011
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Yesterday, Joe, Caleb, Barron and I went to the Boomershoot site and installed Mecca, the new target production facility. A standard 40′ shipping container, I had vents, lights, non-slip flooring, and outlets installed.
The long day was made longer by the heat, sun, and the universe conspiring to stop us or destroy the project. Once Joe won his battle against the hydrocarbon gods (after three failures, he finally rolled a save and started the cat), Caleb and I had a flat, made worse by my ignoring the always-bogus tire pressure warning. Once we showed up, Mecca was placed, but there were problems: the 40′ container was 40′ long. Joe and Caleb had prepared the pad for what they thought was a 40′ container, but was in reality quite a bit shorter. Railroad ties hastily placed to enable offloading were not nice and didn’t have the slope Joe wants for drainage; Barron and I initially tried to use a Hi-Lift to enable replacing the ties, but ended up moving the end of the shipping container several feet downhill. This turned out to be a good thing; after lunch, Joe tried to drive the cat through the uphill side of the container, missing only by a few inches. Joe’s divine wind spirit was inspired by the desire to not go to the farm and get a ladder so that we could clip the pine limbs back from the turbine vent; for want of a nail, and all that.
Moving the door end of Mecca downhill had another benefit: the doors open flat against the sides of the walls, instead of being in the way. What work remains to be done is much easier: install air handling equipment, paint two sides of the exterior flat dark green, paint the roof white, install tables, solar panels, wifi gear, shelving, and the like. No more than two or three hours, at most.
Were I anywhere near this event when it went down, I’d run for cover and get the hell out of there; I’m rarely armed with something precise enough to engage someone with a rifle. We’re all fortunate he seems to have only wanted to engage cops, or there would be a lot more dead people in Issaquah.
How many teacher’s salaries is $158,000 a year in Chicago? One? Two? Five?
As a look into Glock’s history and domination of the US market, Glock: The Rise of America’s Gun has no par. Glock has tried, fairly successfully, to be as opaque as possible when it comes to the internals of Glock; through the use of court records, interviews, and the like, Paul Barrett pulls back the cover a little and gives outsiders a glimpse of the works.
Sadly, the author takes what I will describe as anti-RKBA positions. His word choices, especially at the end of the book, reveal his mindset very clearly. He’s pro-magazine limits, pro-ballistics-fingerprinting, and doesn’t understand the fuss about it; however, most of the book is dominated by just-the-facts style reporting. You can get to the excellent information without much politics.
Having sat with him for dinner at GBR 2011, Paul clearly thinks he is neither pro- nor anti- gun. At the same time, I can see the Josh Sugarmanns of the world coming away from this book seeing him as very pro-RBKA. Anti-RKBA groups fare poorly and have arguments dismissed out-of-hand; the NRA gets slightly better treatment. My position is somewhat different: I see his calling for the closure of the “gun show loophole” shows he just doesn’t get it. He said, paraphrasing, “how can you call me anti-gun when I’ve shot your guns?” Of course, many gun owners I knew in California were raging antis – as long they had what they wanted.
So much of the book focuses on reliability that I was somewhat shocked to see no mention of the silent recalls; Gen 4 Glocks are mentioned, but not the imperfections therein.
Overall, if you’re interested in the business side of Glock, you should read the book. If you’re looking for a strong pro- or anti-RKBA tome, this isn’t the book you’re looking for. For me, my interest and ownership of Glock products has waned over the years, but a peek under the covers of such a closely-held company was worth the price of admission.
I saw the FedEx truck go by early this morning; I walked out hoping to find one thing, but found a galley of Glock: The Rise of America’s Gun. I’m a few chapters in; aside from some niggling errors, so far, so good.
Last year, there were at least three people that signed up for the Boomershoot dinner who would have been unable to eat, as the food they signed up for was sold out from under them. Every year there’s a flood of people paying at the last minute; last year, we ate through the margin that the caterer set up. Every year it’s close; last year Gene and his crew got the last food in the trays.
What is so hard about signing up for dinner in advance? You’re already in Idaho, either commit to the $30 or don’t show up. I pushed Joe to require 100% advance dinner sign-ups this year; I think he said sales are cut off two days before the show. I’d be fine with two weeks. Whatever. It’s epsilon compared to your other expenses in showing up; why wait?