I don’t own a single safe queen. OK, I’ve got a 1903 Colt Hammerless. In my defense, I take her to the range on a regular basis. I’d carry the thing if it was drop-safe. Cough Caracal Cough. Otherwise, all my guns are good to go. Don’t get me wrong: I understand the desire to acquire a special piece that spends most of its life just sitting there. Being. A firearm with quintessence (Smith & Wesson 686), perhaps. Or history (one of the lever guns above). Or sheer balls-out bravado (50-cal AR). There are plenty of owners who can’t resist the siren song of the safe queens. You one of ’em?