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Buddy_Christ
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i'm in my grandmother's car. 1985 dodge aries with the handicapped plates on it. yeah, laugh it up, but it needs to be driven every now and again. anywho.
i'm cruising along, not doing anything wrong. guess i looked suspicious, young dude in a car with the handicapped plates. so i get pulled over. the cop decides to be a real dickhead. he's asking for my driver's license, so i give it to him. then he makes me get out of the car. i ask him if there's a problem, and he just motions for me to get out of the car. mind you, i'm still wondering what i've done wrong.
he takes my wallet and starts looking at all my ID. i've got a few picture IDs in there...student ID, Military (reserve) ID, and a concealed carry permit. he sees all of them, then his face lights up. he starts digging in the car, reaches under the seat, at which point i'm like, whoa, what in the hell are you doing? he comes out all smiles, my makarov in hand. "AH HA! what's THIS?!"
so i tell him, "officer, it's a russian makarov. it is loaded, 10 in the mag, 1 in the chamber, the safety is on, and you saw my permit, by PA law, i'm permitted to carry a loaded weapon on my person or in a vehicle." and i'm as polite as can be, even though i've had a VERY rough day and i really want to go hurt someone, i'm calm, cool, anc collected, knowing that i've done nothing wrong and he can't nail me for a loaded gun in the car.
he puts the gun on the ground, then puts me in the squad car. i'm like, whoa, wait a fuckin second here, what in the hell is going on. no explanation. he gets in and starts driving. he gets back on the road, and immediatly hits the onramp 100 feet up and gets on the highway, at which point i say "officer, where is my gun? did you leave it laying on the ground?" he almost shit himself, and back we go. and i'm also asking him "hey, what are you doing? am i under arrest?" and i'm still calm, cool, and collected, but boiling rage inside.
he gets the gun, we take off to the station. we get there and he runs a background check on me, the whole time not telling me what's going on. i ask where his supervisor is, but this is a small police station and there's only 2 other cops there that are busy dealing with others, one appeared to be a DUI driver.
after a while, he tells me to leave. says i'll be contacted through the mail. again, he hasn't told me what i've done wrong. he has my gun and my CCW permit still. i'm visably pissed, but trying not to blow up on this guy. skinny dude, got maybe 4" on me, and i'm thinking i could take this fucker, his bis are the size of my forearms. so i leave. i'm about 8 miles from the car, no one to call.
so the next day, i drive to the police station. i catch him coming out of his car, and i'm wanting to go in and file an official complaint. i ask him where my gun and CCW permit are, because there was no reason to take them. i have no warrants out for me, no unpaid tickets, and i'm a decent member of society. he offers no explanation. just says "we'll get it taken care of."
so i get my CCW permit back and have to wait to have the gun brought to me at home, because for some reason they don't feel that they should give it to me at the station. massive crock of shit i tell ya. at least it's over.
i'm cruising along, not doing anything wrong. guess i looked suspicious, young dude in a car with the handicapped plates. so i get pulled over. the cop decides to be a real dickhead. he's asking for my driver's license, so i give it to him. then he makes me get out of the car. i ask him if there's a problem, and he just motions for me to get out of the car. mind you, i'm still wondering what i've done wrong.
he takes my wallet and starts looking at all my ID. i've got a few picture IDs in there...student ID, Military (reserve) ID, and a concealed carry permit. he sees all of them, then his face lights up. he starts digging in the car, reaches under the seat, at which point i'm like, whoa, what in the hell are you doing? he comes out all smiles, my makarov in hand. "AH HA! what's THIS?!"
so i tell him, "officer, it's a russian makarov. it is loaded, 10 in the mag, 1 in the chamber, the safety is on, and you saw my permit, by PA law, i'm permitted to carry a loaded weapon on my person or in a vehicle." and i'm as polite as can be, even though i've had a VERY rough day and i really want to go hurt someone, i'm calm, cool, anc collected, knowing that i've done nothing wrong and he can't nail me for a loaded gun in the car.
he puts the gun on the ground, then puts me in the squad car. i'm like, whoa, wait a fuckin second here, what in the hell is going on. no explanation. he gets in and starts driving. he gets back on the road, and immediatly hits the onramp 100 feet up and gets on the highway, at which point i say "officer, where is my gun? did you leave it laying on the ground?" he almost shit himself, and back we go. and i'm also asking him "hey, what are you doing? am i under arrest?" and i'm still calm, cool, and collected, but boiling rage inside.
he gets the gun, we take off to the station. we get there and he runs a background check on me, the whole time not telling me what's going on. i ask where his supervisor is, but this is a small police station and there's only 2 other cops there that are busy dealing with others, one appeared to be a DUI driver.
after a while, he tells me to leave. says i'll be contacted through the mail. again, he hasn't told me what i've done wrong. he has my gun and my CCW permit still. i'm visably pissed, but trying not to blow up on this guy. skinny dude, got maybe 4" on me, and i'm thinking i could take this fucker, his bis are the size of my forearms. so i leave. i'm about 8 miles from the car, no one to call.
so the next day, i drive to the police station. i catch him coming out of his car, and i'm wanting to go in and file an official complaint. i ask him where my gun and CCW permit are, because there was no reason to take them. i have no warrants out for me, no unpaid tickets, and i'm a decent member of society. he offers no explanation. just says "we'll get it taken care of."
so i get my CCW permit back and have to wait to have the gun brought to me at home, because for some reason they don't feel that they should give it to me at the station. massive crock of shit i tell ya. at least it's over.
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). it was maybe my 4th or 5th time shooting with my little buddy, and it's the only handgun i've ever shot and owned. they were impressed at my accuracy, and actually pretty intimidated. the thing only puts 1/2 twist on a round while traveling down the 3 3/4" barrel.
