hppants
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I had a nice day trip with my friend Loki yesterday. We only rode about 150 miles, which is way less than a typical trip. However, we had great fun and as usual, a little adventure along the way. Hope you enjoy the pics.
I had a pretty scary experience last weekend during my bike camping trip. Well after dark, while camping by ourselves in the middle of absolutely no where, a pickup truck pulls up with its headlights shining on us about 25 feet away. No one got out of the truck. My friend Jon walks over to his bike, returns with his hand gun, and just set it on the picnic table in clear view of the shining head lights. Coincidence of not, within a few seconds the truck turned around and drove out of the camp ground. It was a very uneasy feeling for Pants, I remember thinking something is not right. Im not a paranoid person, but it occurred to me that if I even had a cell signal, dialing 911 would be ineffective as we were at least 30 minutes from anything, let alone anybody.
Ive decided that you cant reason with stupid and so for the first time in my life, I think I want a hand gun.
Coincidentally, Loki is also in the market for a hand gun, so we decided to ride to a gun show in my home town and learn something. Ive heard that gun sales all over are going bonkers, but I wasnt prepared for this. We get to the show about 10 minutes before the doors are set to open. Uh yeah we are going to be here a while.
Loki knew what he wanted, a Springfield XD semi-automatic pistol. He chose a 40 caliper (oops - caliber) model and I think it looks something like this.
I walked around and asked stupid questions to try and learn more about hand guns. I plan to do more shopping once I figure out more about what I want. Loki and I didnt want to wait for what seemed like an hour to buy ammo, so we decided to ride to our local sporting goods store and buy it there.
Uh nope. That store had ZERO 40 caliper bullets in stock. So I called a Police Captain I know and asked him where I could purchase bullets. Turn around and go back to the gun show thats the only place in town with ammo right now. So, we geared up and went back to the gun show. I discovered I had a burnt headlight bulb on the way, so while Loki went in to purchase ammo, I changed my bulb in the p-lot.
Now its lunch time, so we rode over to the local chicken wing place for some food. Uncharacteristically, I forgot to take the food porn pic. Apologies.
After lunch, we rode north to a favorite bayou we like to sit on and discuss the purpose of life.
About 15 minutes later, these two very large gentlemen approached and asked me if I could read the No Trespassing sign on a tree. So we excused ourselves and hit the road. Loki took some pretty good riding shots following me.
We ended up riding the Easy Rider Road, a river levee road named after the famous movie, which shot many scenes on our Hwy 105. We stumbled upon a back woods Mardi Gras parade. These kids were having a good time.
Now heading west on Hwy 190, I led us to the exact address where Google says a public shooting range exist, where we found this:
These gentlemen assured us that we were lost par for the course with Pants. They directed us to a Wildlife Management Area nearby. And of course, it involves about 5 miles of this:
If you ever want to test your nerves, try 5 miles of washboard gravel on a 600 pound street motorcycle!
Good things come to those that wait, and soon we found the range. Loki set up some targets that another shooter was nice enough to give us.
And then the fun began. Squeeze the trigger, Loki!
I have absolutely no clue what I am doing.
It was great fun. We went through 100 bullets faster than a pig on slop! Hey, check out our targets. I believe I have a group thingie going!
Now its getting late, so we packed up and took the fastest way to my house for a couple of cold beers. Then Loki took off for his dads house, about 15 miles away.
I enjoyed the experience. I need to learn more about the differences in handguns and most definitely take a basic safety course, and probably a concealed weapon permit course too. Sure as shooting. Loki and I will ride again, real soon.
I had a pretty scary experience last weekend during my bike camping trip. Well after dark, while camping by ourselves in the middle of absolutely no where, a pickup truck pulls up with its headlights shining on us about 25 feet away. No one got out of the truck. My friend Jon walks over to his bike, returns with his hand gun, and just set it on the picnic table in clear view of the shining head lights. Coincidence of not, within a few seconds the truck turned around and drove out of the camp ground. It was a very uneasy feeling for Pants, I remember thinking something is not right. Im not a paranoid person, but it occurred to me that if I even had a cell signal, dialing 911 would be ineffective as we were at least 30 minutes from anything, let alone anybody.
Ive decided that you cant reason with stupid and so for the first time in my life, I think I want a hand gun.
Coincidentally, Loki is also in the market for a hand gun, so we decided to ride to a gun show in my home town and learn something. Ive heard that gun sales all over are going bonkers, but I wasnt prepared for this. We get to the show about 10 minutes before the doors are set to open. Uh yeah we are going to be here a while.
Loki knew what he wanted, a Springfield XD semi-automatic pistol. He chose a 40 caliper (oops - caliber) model and I think it looks something like this.
I walked around and asked stupid questions to try and learn more about hand guns. I plan to do more shopping once I figure out more about what I want. Loki and I didnt want to wait for what seemed like an hour to buy ammo, so we decided to ride to our local sporting goods store and buy it there.
Uh nope. That store had ZERO 40 caliper bullets in stock. So I called a Police Captain I know and asked him where I could purchase bullets. Turn around and go back to the gun show thats the only place in town with ammo right now. So, we geared up and went back to the gun show. I discovered I had a burnt headlight bulb on the way, so while Loki went in to purchase ammo, I changed my bulb in the p-lot.
Now its lunch time, so we rode over to the local chicken wing place for some food. Uncharacteristically, I forgot to take the food porn pic. Apologies.
After lunch, we rode north to a favorite bayou we like to sit on and discuss the purpose of life.
About 15 minutes later, these two very large gentlemen approached and asked me if I could read the No Trespassing sign on a tree. So we excused ourselves and hit the road. Loki took some pretty good riding shots following me.
We ended up riding the Easy Rider Road, a river levee road named after the famous movie, which shot many scenes on our Hwy 105. We stumbled upon a back woods Mardi Gras parade. These kids were having a good time.
Now heading west on Hwy 190, I led us to the exact address where Google says a public shooting range exist, where we found this:
These gentlemen assured us that we were lost par for the course with Pants. They directed us to a Wildlife Management Area nearby. And of course, it involves about 5 miles of this:
If you ever want to test your nerves, try 5 miles of washboard gravel on a 600 pound street motorcycle!
Good things come to those that wait, and soon we found the range. Loki set up some targets that another shooter was nice enough to give us.
And then the fun began. Squeeze the trigger, Loki!
I have absolutely no clue what I am doing.
It was great fun. We went through 100 bullets faster than a pig on slop! Hey, check out our targets. I believe I have a group thingie going!
Now its getting late, so we packed up and took the fastest way to my house for a couple of cold beers. Then Loki took off for his dads house, about 15 miles away.
I enjoyed the experience. I need to learn more about the differences in handguns and most definitely take a basic safety course, and probably a concealed weapon permit course too. Sure as shooting. Loki and I will ride again, real soon.
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