I’ve not posted a gun post in a while. Many gun rights posts, but not one about equipment, per se.
My duty, service pistol is a 1911 National Match slide over a Vega stainless steel frame, with Bomar sights, a Swenson ambidextrous safety, Micro bushing, all custom hand-fitted by a premier gunsmith and coated with Poly-T by Robbie Barkman (many years ago).
I’ve owned her since 1983, and probably put 15-20K rounds through her. I change the recoil spring every 2-3000 rounds, and clean/lube her as needed.
But I’ve never done any other spring maintenance!
Bob (a former PI boss and gun store boss) sold me her and is Mr. Be Prepared. An Eagle Scout, he has pretty much all anyone needs in the way of parts and such. And he has offered to drive to me 40 miles to change out the other springs in my 1911 !
What a guy!
I’m certain she’ll be up for another 20K rounds.\
I only hope I am…
is here to remind you, as it’s been another orbit of the Earth…
If there isn’t a gun within arms reach as you read this, you missed the point of API 250 !
No, not those dirty magazines!
A significant percentage of firearms functioning failures are do to magazine-related issues. Specifically, either broken (bent) or dirty magazines!
You probably know how to disassemble (or at least field-strip) your firearm, but do you know how to clean your magazines?
Some cannot be disassembled, some can, but not with ease and others are relatively easy.
Learn and lubricate (as appropriate for your specific environment) and live well!
When’s the last time you inspected and cleaned YOURS?
I’ve been known to be self-centered. It’s one of my character defects. Not to make excuses, but, I’ve had many bad things happen in my life. I need to remember many other people have things much worse.
I own a 2000 Oldsmobile Intrigue. Not my first choice, but the 1989 Isuzu Trooper gave up the ghost @ 170,000 miles. In 2002. And I didn’t have many choices, due to my financial condition.
All things considered, she’s been a good car. Very reliable, except batteries (an Arizona heat constant) and failing engine sensors – something I’m told starts happening around 125,000 miles. She has 137K. And her A/C stopped working three or four years ago. Not a big deal in much of the U.S., but in Arizona, a big deal. 115 degree Summers, and all.
I’ve been blessed with a cadre of terrific friends, who have given their time, money, effort and moral support over the years. Two of these friends are Ms. T. and Mr. K.
I met them when I worked @ TMCCC. T was a co-worker when we were doing credit card fraud investigations. K later joined the department. Both were going to school to further their educations and employment opportunities. T now teaches at the college level, and K is an engineer at a major aircraft firm.
K became aware of my Intrigue’s air conditioning problems when he and T helped me move last Summer. And said he would check into it. I know he’s busy, so I didn’t push him. After all, it’s been years.
Last week, T called and asked if I were available. K was making his auto-mechanic rounds among friends and wanted to stop by to assess my car. I said please.
In short, after some analysis and addition of new coolant (including some with stop-leak) my Olds’ air conditioning is now working! And, as she’s not quite fully charged, he asked me to check back with him in a month and advise if she’s losing coolant, so more could be done.
I’m speechless. So I’m writing. 🙂
I could go on and on about having a 14 year old car. Or losing my home last year. Or being on disability and barely making it. Or having numerous medical ‘issues’.
But, that’s the wrong attitude. K is one of those men who just gives. And is uncomfortable when he is thanked for his doing so.
♫You’ve got to have friends.♫
Thank you, regardless, K. And T. For all you do and have done. You’ve got to have friends!
Collectors Weekly takes us back to another time – to a more elegant weapon.
“When I got this sword, it was completely covered in blood rust.” Sword maker Francis Boyd is showing me yet another weapon pulled from yet another safe in the heavily fortified workshop behind his northern California home.
“You can tell it’s blood,” he says matter-of-factly, “because ordinary rust turns the grinding water brown. If it’s blood rust it bleeds, it looks like blood in the water. Even 2,000 years old, it bleeds. And it smells like a steak cooking, like cooked meat. I’ve encountered this before with Japanese swords from World War II. If there’s blood on the sword and you start polishing it, the sword bleeds. It comes with the territory.”
Swords, sword history, swordmaking, swordcraft. This is the domain of Francis Boyd, swordmaker extraordinaire.
I’m fascinated by weaponry. Especially that which I might be able to own and actually employ. Sadly, while most equipment is now out of my reach, I still enjoy the appearance of fine craftsmanship. The long dedication of the master gunsmith or sword-maker. No plastic here! (Sorry Gaston Glock!)
You should go to the link above and learn. I did.
“If there’s blood on the sword and you start polishing it, the sword bleeds.”
h/t Miss Cellania
…Guffaw in AZ !
I’m certain you recall a couple days ago, when I posted about various problems in my life, most-recently the failed front passenger seat electric window in my car.
Half open (or half closed) depending on your point-of-view. (My POV was it’s f*****!)
WELL, this morning, I went out, anticipating a short drive, and diligently removed the opaque black trash bag from that car door window, increasing my visibility, lest I be cited for driving as if my car were a pirate or had lazy eye.
The window was still at half mast, as it was before the rain. Sigh.
I turned the ignition, opened the driver door window, and reflexively triggered the passenger side switch, yet again, knowing full well it was broken and my action was a pointless effort.
And the window closed!
A cheer went up – I think it was from ME!
Not being one to take stupid chances, I DID NOT run the window up-and-down, but left it closed. Where it shall remain, evermore.
Now if I could just get my meds from the pharmacy easier…
As it’s been unseasonably warm here in the Valley of the Sun (with some intermittent cool-downs) I’ve taken back my Smith & Wesson 442 electroless nickel for my primary carry.
Because it’s easier to conceal or because I’m lazy. Pick one.
And I noticed, as I have been carrying the 1911, the 442 is pocket-linty. She suffers from dust bunnies, obviously acquired in years of pocket holster carry.
Her barrel IS clear, though, I checked!
I always think of the old military/police joke about weapons inspection, wherein the sergeant peers down the barrel of the veteran’s gun and announces, “Hey! There’s a spider in here. And he has hash marks on his sleeve!”
If you carry daily, when was the last time you looked down your barrel? In safety, of course. I suspect most modern firearms would function flawlessly, if the first round encounters some stray dust, regardless. But, I prefer knowing my barrel is clear. And my firearm is clean and properly lubricated.
I’m touchy that way.
The Unforgiving Minute reminds us not only that cleanliness and lubrication are important, but replacement of old or worn parts (magazine springs, anyone?) can make the difference between flawless operation and a misfeed, malfunction or worse.
Not just lubrication. but maintenance, my friends.
Go visit the link, above.