They pulled over and staggered around in the dark until they actually found the pistol. It had ejected the magazine, and they were never able to find it, but the pistol accepted a new magazine and it continued to function just fine for the rest of the evening's entertainments, causing a premature deliverance from this world to several more road signs.
While I do not endorse these particular activities, this absolutely true story — true, according to the "gentleman" that told it to me, who may or may not have been the rube in question who dropped the gun out the window — does serve to illustrate a valuable principle in choice of firearms....
...Throw your Glock out the window and get a 1911.
Fortunatly the pistol was right where I left it on the fender. I can only imagine how long it would have taken me to find it had it fallen off at some point. One thing is for sure, I wouldn't have quit until I found it no matter how long it took.
