I lied. But this is a funny image.
Quite a few years ago, my grandmother used to own a piece of land just down the road from where she lived, and would have to ride down the road on a lawnmower to…well, mow the property.
She had a little 9-shooter (“little”?) that she would strap to her leg while she was driving down the side of the highway, because, as she put it, “I was on a LAWNMOWER. It’s not like I could outrun someone if they wanted to mess with me.”
Imagine this. She’s 5’8″, blonde, big-boned…riding a lawn tractor down the side of a rural highway with a revolver strapped to her leg.
Then think about what would happen if you did something like that today.
I can’t think of that without simultaneously feeling sad while suppressing a massive giggle.
Hey…I followed the rules…this has something to do with guns, right?
August 11th, 2007 at 11:21 pm
Right, and you weren’t an asshole.
I wish Unc had reminded us to not be idiots. I need lots of remindin’.
August 12th, 2007 at 2:19 pm
Sounds like my kind of lady.
August 12th, 2007 at 2:43 pm
When I was growing up in the San Joaquin valley in California, which was at the time (1960s) a very rural area, my friends and I could ride our bicycles through town (Turlock) on our way out to the boonies to shoot with .22 rifles and/or .410 shotguns and no one gave us a second look. Try that today and the cops will harrass you. Not can, WILL! It’s a shame!
August 12th, 2007 at 5:07 pm
I would assume that a 9 shot revolver was chambered .22, so it was, in a sense, little.