So, driving back with Trollop from the fun at the Virginia shooting range, we saw lots of motorcycles. Being Memorial day, there was lots of em in town for Rolling Thunder. In Maryland, going north on 95 we saw a single rider wearing a leather jacket, all puffed up by the wind. He looked like a black leather Michellin man.
Saucy Trollop saw it first, and pointed it out. He was carrying. CCW. In Maryland. But now it was Open Carry because his jacket had ridden up. There for everybody and his grandma to point at and shout, "Look!"
Uh oh. Hope the state troopers didn't see him and it before he got out of MD. That's a no-no. The bike had Pennsylvania license plates. He was halfway between DC and Baltimore, and still would have to navigate the Baltimore beltway and take either 83 or 95 to escape this state. Bit of an hour away at highway speeds.
We didn't know how to warn him. Plus maybe he was a cop and it was ok and a warning would be unwelcome. Or maybe he was a criminal and warning him would be hazardous to our health. Maybe he was ignorant or thought that gun laws didn't apply to him and carried with a sense of impunity. Whatever. I had stowed my CCW before leaving Virginia. Locked away unloaded.
We could have written "CCW?" on a piece of paper and held it up for him to see. But that would entail having a marker and a piece of paper AND being able to catch up to him.
I'm wondering if he had the gun there IN the District of Columbia...
It was a Glock type firearm. Maybe a sub compact. He was left handed as it was at the 7 o'clock position in an inside the waistband holster.
Trollop admitted she might never have noticed that before, but that day she had guns on the brain and it just popped right out.
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