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ELB wrote:In fact, I hereby designate OCing while hoverboarding as "Austin Carry."

I love it!

TXPeaceOfficerDave wrote:I'd have to count on the dozens how many armored trucks and coaches have been robbed over the years. Ever heard of "robbing the Wells Fargo coach"? It's an old western term and still applies today. They get robbed across the US quite frequently.

Well I guess those fools had better hide their guns before it happens again.

Wow! Didn't expect this. I just like the idea of thugs and thieves knowing that I'm not an easy target. I got the Idea from Loomis armored truck drivers. There's risks in everything. For example, it's a miracle I didn't break my neck falling off my Swagway.

Embalmo

Gang,

Okay, so I parked my truck in front of the capitol and got on my Swagway hoverboard to buzz around the capitol and downtown today. Yes, I know, I'm a dork, but I had a lot of fun. Oh, and I opened carried the whole time. So on 6th street (for non-Austinites, this is the nightlife/weirdo district), this hippie on a bike confronts me about buying T-shirts that he custom made. He seemed a little drunk or stoned, but harmless enough.

He saw my gun and said calmly, "Whoa you're packing." I told him I carry for self-protection, and he didn't seem bothered at all about it. Then, I had what I thought was a friendly conversation with him about how he makes his crafts and I told him I'd show my family his Facebook page and consider ordering some of his stuff. I was genuinely interested.

When he found out that I wouldn't buy a T-shirt on the spot, he rudely pedaled away as I was telling him that it was nice to meet him. I lost track of the guy until he buzzed by me on his bicycle and shouted at the top of his lungs, "No one wants you here with that GUN!" I kept on rolling (literally) and no one looked at me or the cyclist.

I rolled all around the capitol grounds and downtown and I greeted and chatted with curious people. I could not have been more conspicuous to the pedestrians and LEOs while rolling on a balancing scooter, but I didn't get a single unpleasant glance or comment from anyone but the seemingly stoned hippie.

M. Ball Moe.