Finish This Sentence: “I Was Fixing My Pickup’s Carburetor When Suddenly . . . by Robert Farago | Mar 30, 2011 | 24 comments facebook twitter linkedin email comments CUJO THE DOG OF WAR says: March 30, 2011 at 12:50 ………those damned zombies started creeping up on me again! Reply Foghorn says: March 30, 2011 at 12:50 Looks close to a stage I ran last year. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i1cUfh2uifw (Still getting the hang of this whole “moving and shooting” thing…) Reply Ryan Finn says: March 30, 2011 at 12:51 I was attacked by a platoon sized element of morons who stand in the open. Luckily I’m always strapped like I live in Mosul, not Palm Springs so I easily dispatched them with the battle rifle I keep handy in my golf bag. Reply KW says: March 30, 2011 at 13:05 Very nice Ryan. This challenge reminds me of the old, “I went to a fight and a hockey game broke out.” Reply 2yellowdogs says: March 30, 2011 at 13:05 …I was approached by a horde of crazed mall ninjas with no concept of trigger discipline. Figured I teach ’em a lesson or two. Reply CUJO THE DOG OF WAR says: March 30, 2011 at 13:14 …..I decided to blow out my eardrums a lil’ bit more sans earmuffs. Reply Ralph says: March 30, 2011 at 13:41 I Was Fixing My Pickup’s Carburetor When Suddenly . . . I remembered that it’s 2011 and my pickup has multi-port fuel injection and I haven’t owned any vehicle with a carb since the first Reagan administration. Well, I was so humiliated by my automotive faux pas that I shot everybody who was laughing at me. Now I’m doing thirty life terms in Dannemora. Wow, is my face red! Reply AuricTech says: March 30, 2011 at 13:57 Good thing you didn’t try to replace the distributor cap. Reply John Fritz says: March 30, 2011 at 18:06 Damn. You beat me to it. The last one I owned w/carb was a Fox-body Granada. Eighties. Reply David says: March 31, 2011 at 16:03 Well, what about me. i have a 1982 Goldwing (4 carbs) and a 1974 Porsche 914 (originally FI but will have 2 carbs). My wife has a 1989 Volvo Turbo that’s injected though. Reply Bob H says: March 30, 2011 at 13:49 … when the Spanish Inquisition approached aggressively. They didn’t have any ranged weapons so I double tapped the closest few before returning to my vehicle to utilize my battle rifle. Once the threats were neutralized a shapely woman told me how long the skirmish had taken. Then I sat down and had the shakes. This was insane! I mean… nobody expects the Spanish Inquisition! Reply CUJO THE DOG OF WAR says: March 30, 2011 at 13:54 Bring me the Holy Hand Grenade… Reply Patrick Carrube says: March 30, 2011 at 14:13 I still love seeing my local range pop up on TTAG… that 50ft “PHOENIX” sign always gives it away! Reply Lance says: March 30, 2011 at 14:44 Where is that range? I’m a Phoenix native and I don’t recognize that range. Reply Dan says: March 30, 2011 at 15:01 It’s the Rio Salada range in Mesa. Reply Lance says: March 30, 2011 at 15:21 Thanks. I’ll have to check it out. Patrick Carrube says: March 30, 2011 at 16:28 It’s a great range overall, although the RO’s at the “Main Range” can be a bit… tempermental. I’m sure that they are just frustrated from hundreds of idiots who don’t understand a simple “don’t go near your bench during a cease fire” rule. Either way, it’s a well-maintained range, cheap ($7 per day but $70 for a 1-year membership.. and most of the range fees go to youth programs), and there are TONS of local matches of all types (pistol, 3-gun, clays, CMP, long-range rifle, etc). The Infamous Oregon Lawhobbit says: March 30, 2011 at 15:31 …I realized that my truck does not HAVE a carburetor and that I was mistakenly working on somebody else’s truck, much to my chagrin. Reply Patrick B. says: March 30, 2011 at 15:38 … when some chick came out of nowhere with a shot timer – my natural reflex actions were to get all John McClane on stuff. Except for the chick. Reply AuricTech says: March 30, 2011 at 18:09 …I heard The Tone. The one my Manchurian captors had oh-so-carefully used when brainwashing me. And so, Your Honor, I had to shoot everybody. For the woods are lovely, dark, and deep, but I have promises to keep. And miles to go before I sleep, and miles to go before I sleep. Reply Ralph says: March 30, 2011 at 18:26 My little horse must think it queer To stop without a farmhouse near So I shot him in his freakin’ ear Reply M&B Strategies says: March 30, 2011 at 18:40 The shooter is Travis Gibson (19th scoped tactical out of over 300shooters), with Mike Gibson Manufacturing. Travis is the match director for arguably the best 3 gun match in the country. The MGM IronMan. Reply Mike says: March 31, 2011 at 14:18 When I noticed the approach of Al Gore leading an armada of Chevy Volts , fortunately they ran out of juice before reaching my position. Reply dtayls says: March 31, 2011 at 17:41 …when a group of mobility-challenged, unidentifiable, faceless blue aliens suddenly beamed down, obviously intent on taking over the planet. My phaser, being useless against the likes of these dummies, I was forced into mortal combat with the use of over-powering high-velocity projectiles from late 20th century earth arsenal. Blue alien flesh was no match for this ancient weaponry and results were satisfactory. Negotiations ensue. Reply Write a Comment Cancel reply Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *Comment Name * Email * Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email.