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Rohrbaugh Products and Accessories => Rohrbaugh R9 (all variations) => Topic started by: Richard S on November 13, 2012, 04:03:22 PM
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This is not a dramatic story. It's just another example of the comfort provided by carrying the R9.
Yesterday my wife, Joyce (now retired from the bench), and I left our vacation cabin in the mountains to go to a routine medical appointment. The medical facility is "posted" under Tennessee law and prohibits carrying weapons within the premises. For that reason, I opted to take only the R9 with me, since it fits snugly in a special gun safe mounted in the Mercedes SUV we would be driving.
After the medical appointment, some shopping delayed our return to the cabin until just before dusk. Intending to save time, I elected to take a shortcut through a back road of one of the . . . (How shall I say this?) . . . rougher parts of one of the rougher counties in Tennessee.
Cruising down the road, suddenly the power steering on the Mercedes failed, the battery warning light came on, and the temperature guage started rising -- all a sure sign that the serpentine belt had broken.
Pulling over to the side of the road, I noticed that we had broken down about 500 yards from one of the most notorious "stab & dance" road houses in East Tennessee. "I wonder how many people in there Joyce has had to sentence to jail at one time or another," I said to myself silently.
I immediately called a towing service run by a friend of mine and explained our situation. "Holy ****," my friend said, "that's no place to break down! I'll be there as fast as the limit allows."
For the next 40 minutes Joyce and I sat there in our disabled pride of German engineering and watched the comings and goings at the "stab & dance" down the road. My R9 in its elephant-hide holster was on the center console under my right hand. The tranquility afforded by that 13-ounce little masterpiece was better than a prescription drug.
When my friend arrived in his new Jerr-Dan tow truck, he looked down the road at the "stab & dance" and said, "I'll bet the judge knows half the dudes in that joint." ;D
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After action report: We towed the Mercedes to the shop, picked up the CTS, and got back here to the cabin around midnight. The reason for the SUV's breakdown, it is now known, was a failed bearing on the water pump, causing the pump's pulley to seize and heat the serpentine belt to its failure point.
[Edited typo.]
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That cracked me up! ;D You're quite the writer. "Stab 'n Dance". Hahaha!
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Richard I think it needs to be Dance & Stab, if you stab first you won't be dancing. ;D ;D
Glad it all worked ok and you made it back to Critter Creek safe.
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Richard I think it needs to be Dance & Stab, if you stab first you won't be dancing. ;D ;D
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John:
The sequence of events at the establishment usually unfolds something like this:
1. "Bobby Joe" sees "Joey Bob" sitting at the bar with "Betty Sue."
2. "Bobby Joe" likes what he sees in "Betty Sue" and invites "Joey Bob" outside to discuss the sitution.
3. The discussion quickly ends with one of the two men stabbing the other and leaving him there to bleed in the parking lot [thus the "stab" in "stab & dance"].
4. The "victor" returns to the bar and asks "Betty Sue" to dance.
5. While the "victor" is two-stepping with "Betty Sue" on the dance floor [thus the "dance" in "stab & dance"], a friend of the "loser" calls 911.
6. A few minutes later, two Deputy Sheriffs arrive in their patrol cars, followed by the EMS ambulance and a third patrol car in hot pursuit to serve as backup.
7. The first Deputy on the scene questions the victim (assuming he has not by then shuffled off the mortal coil) and turns him over to the tender mercy of EMS personnel.
8. "Betty Sue" retreats to the women's restroom and locks herself in one of the stalls.
9. The Deputies enter the establishment and interview any witnesses willing to talk, verifying names, addresses, and telephone contact information for the incident report.
10. After sifting the facts from the lies they are given, the Deputies approach the "victor," who by then is stitting alone at the bar, to make an arrest.
11. Seeing the Deputies approaching him, the "victor" bolts for the back door, little knowing that the backup Deputy has arrived and is waiting outside with a riot shotgun and a pair of cuffs.
12. The "victor" is arrested, cuffed, placed in the back of a patrol car, and carted off to jail.
13. On the morning of the next day of court business, the "victor," now wearing "stripes and shackles," appears before the judge for arraignment, consideration of bail status, and scheduling of preliminary hearing or trial. ("Betty Sue" will usually have thought of some reason to avoid being present in the courtroom to support her "champion.")
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Variations on that theme happen nearly every night at the friendly, neighborhood "stab & dance," where love is a many spendored thing. ;D
[Edited typo.]
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Love is a many splintered thing.
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This is not a dramatic story. It's just another example of the comfort provided by carrying the R9.
Yesterday my wife, Joyce (now retired from the bench), and I left our vacation cabin in the mountains to go to a routine medical appointment. The medical facility is "posted" under Tennessee law and prohibits carrying weapons within the premises. For that reason, I opted to take only the R9 with me, since it fits snugly in a special gun safe mounted in the Mercedes SUV we would be driving.
After the medical appointment, some shopping delayed our return to the cabin until just before dusk. Intending to save time, I elected to take a shortcut through a back road of one of the . . . (How shall I say this?) . . . rougher parts of one of the rougher counties in Tennessee.
Cruising down the road, suddenly the power steering on the Mercedes failed, the battery warning light came on, and the temperature guage started rising -- all a sure sign that the serpentine belt had broken.
Pulling over to the side of the road, I noticed that we had broken down about 500 yards from one of the most notorious "stab & dance" road houses in East Tennessee. "I wonder how many people in there Joyce has had to sentence to jail at one time or another," I said to myself silently.
I immediately called a towing service run by a friend of mine and explained our situation. "Holy ****," my friend said, "that's no place to break down! I'll be there as fast as the limit allows."
For the next 40 minutes Joyce and I sat there in our disabled pride of German engineering and watched the comings and goings at the "stab & dance" down the road. My R9 in its elephant-hide holster was on the center console under my right hand. The tranquility afforded by that 13-ounce little masterpiece was better than a prescription drug.
When my friend arrived in his new Jerr-Dan tow truck, he looked down the road at the "stab & dance" and said, "I'll bet the judge knows half the dudes in that joint." ;D
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After action report: We towed the Mercedes to the shop, picked up the CTS, and got back here to the cabin around midnight. The reason for the SUV's breakdown, it is now known, was a failed bearing on the water pump, causing the pump's pulley to seize and heat the serpentine belt to its failure point.
[Edited typo.]
Reason #107 for carrying concealed 8)
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"Stab and dance" is otherwise known as "looking for love in all the wrong places."
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Richard you old spy.
I have not been on the forum for awhile and it is nice to see Joyce and yourself still enjoying life, and having adventures. Still have the elephant hair bracelet you gave me - thanks again!
The best to you both.
Dave
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Richard you old spy.
I have not been on the forum for awhile and it is nice to see Joyce and yourself still enjoying life, and having adventures. Still have the elephant hair bracelet you gave me - thanks again!
The best to you both.
Dave
Dave:
Welcome in from the cold! I hope all is well with you and yours. It's good to see you back on the Forum.
Don't be a stranger.