Neanderpundit

which was pretty quick. I wanted to get back home to watch Jim sing, you see. And that worked out fine. And I’m not really complaining about the recoil, just that it was a lot of damned thumping from a relatively warm round.

Monday, on the other hand, we did struts in partner’s car. And it went well.

Well into the night. Well, the afternoon, anyway.

problem is, Ford, in their infinite wisdom, doesn’t make the damned steering knuckle so it will go all the way down off the strut, so you have to persuade. They suggest using a compressor; this makes a good deal of sense IF YOU COULD FIND ONE THAT WOULD FIT IN THE WHEEL WELL which is IMPOSSIBLE. Loud funny words were shouted. Blood was drawn. Henry Ford was cursed, as were his engineers.

So after a ton of beating and whamming and BS, we got them changed, which seemed to have made a huge difference. Partner will have to see how it works after they “Set” into the groove.

I prefer the shooting. Only my shoulder hurt after. Problem is, I’m too stupid to stop working on cars.

It’s a generational thing, I guess. Witness partner’s brother, who purchased a functional Mustang, and then managed to immobilize it the very first day he worked on it. God forbid he actually enjoy running around in it for ONE SUMMER before he rip it to shreds. (just kidding, Rich, hope the engine goes back in really soon)

Do you remember?

for recoil pads.

Fifty rounds through a steel-butted K31 is about like a half hour of involuntary CPR.

I loved the hell out of it, though. Couldn’t convince Partner to shoot with me, though he came and laughed at how much I suck. And he was right to do so, at 100 yards I was lucky to get them all on the paper, offhand.

Used to be I’d sit and hold a rifle for hours to get the muscle memory used to doing it, but I haven’t for a while, because of the pain in my hands and arms. Need to get bakc to doing it.

Probably won’t take my division like I have in years past, but at least I’m pretty sure I didn’t embarrass myself.