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Went to pick up my new handgun yesterday. And forgot about the annual peddlers fair in town. Being in the foothills of the sierras, a lot of cars and bikes make the nice drive to get out of the valley heat. I got ether a wavw or a headlight flash from, 2 Corvettes, show car quality black and yellow Camaro, a number of bikes and thumbs up from both the CHP officers working traffic control as I purrred passed the in first gear with my OTH and catback.
As I got to the gun store, I backed up to the store. I put in park and tap the gas, to hear the exhaust noise against the cinder block wall. Now, the regular gun shop guys are in side. These guys own cars like 65 stingrays, 440 Charger, 383 T bucket and 454 Nova, all come out to check out the noise. As old as they are, the knowledge of modern car is amazing. A quick trip to the gun shop turns in to a 2 hour long discussion of horsepower, modding cars, turbos vs supercharger, power vs weight. I have to pop my hood to show my goodies. Im finally allow to go in to pick up my gun, but not with out more discussion of the restrictions to the modern car. Driving back, more head light flashing, and thumbs up by two different CHP officers doing traffic control. I love my car.
So much for a quick trip to the gun shop.
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