It's Thursday. That means the range doesn't open 'til noon because they're mowing. I had plans that involved dipping out the back door on the heels of rush hour, running down to MCF&G, and busting some caps to get the rust off my 1911 shooting for an upcoming review.
Heck, I'll have to blow literal dust off the guns, they've been sitting idle for so long.
I know that a lot of gun writers mention that they CCW the piece they're reviewing. I'm not sure how I feel about doing that myself. First of all, with my luck the one time I actually need a sidearm, it'll be some loaner I had no intention of buying. Second, there's a certain level of trust I have in a gat that I've carried and shot for years that isn't equaled by running a few boxes of ammo through a strange gun at a range and then holstering up. I know some people change carry guns more often than they change socks, and that's fine, but I change carry guns almost as rarely as Catholics change popes; 'reactionary' is too mild to describe my feelings on the topic.
While I'm reviewing the 1911, I might carry a 1911 again, so that I arrive at the range with a usable holster on my belt, but the 1911 I carry is going to be one I know and trust.