Disposable Heart
Grandmaster
I carry my LCR .38 a lot! I have found it to be the smoothest, out of the box double action I have ever horsed with. Smiths are thinner, yes, but felt more violent due to that fact. The LCR is a bit bulky comparatively. If someone says it's gritty, there is something wrong with the gun or the user (never cleaning or overlubing it, making it collect gunk). As for recoil, homie please. If you can't handle the comparatively low recoil of the wide bodied LCR, you need to stay away from subcompacts and just carry a fullsize 24/7.
I think these threads are useless... Let's face it: Every time someone sees more than three of a kind in the classifieds, someone freaks thinking there is something wrong with it. Why are there so many Glox in the classifieds? Why are there so many LCPs in the Classifieds? Why are there so many ARs in the classifieds? What trend am I missing on or more specifically, what trend do I need to escape? Why is this statistical anomaly keeping me awake at night? Why does it drive me? Define me? Why do I see it in the supermarket, with her groceries, her sundress waving gently in the conditioned air, her smile as she sees me in line as she is checking out? Why do I see her at the dinner party, her svelte figure calling to me, every human civility and animal instinct raging against each other, barely keeping my lust in check? The waking up at night, gasping for air, sweating, the acrid burning adrenaline dissipating from my blood as I calm myself, the image of her flashing in my mind? I must have her, but I cannot. Something in the way she moves...
I think these threads are useless... Let's face it: Every time someone sees more than three of a kind in the classifieds, someone freaks thinking there is something wrong with it. Why are there so many Glox in the classifieds? Why are there so many LCPs in the Classifieds? Why are there so many ARs in the classifieds? What trend am I missing on or more specifically, what trend do I need to escape? Why is this statistical anomaly keeping me awake at night? Why does it drive me? Define me? Why do I see it in the supermarket, with her groceries, her sundress waving gently in the conditioned air, her smile as she sees me in line as she is checking out? Why do I see her at the dinner party, her svelte figure calling to me, every human civility and animal instinct raging against each other, barely keeping my lust in check? The waking up at night, gasping for air, sweating, the acrid burning adrenaline dissipating from my blood as I calm myself, the image of her flashing in my mind? I must have her, but I cannot. Something in the way she moves...