On The Road

Whoever said life'd be easy? No one, and with that in mind I left the sylvan groves of old Texas for the concrete metrosprawl of the DFW megacity, not once but twice. Why? Because I had meetings in the 'sprawl and duty called.

The first part of the drive on I35W isn't bad, a fairly empty 4 lane highway through rolling farmland, passing by Itasca and Grandview. Then you get to Alvaredo and the pace picks up as you drop into the Fort Worth lowlands.

Metroplex at Night. Yellow Line = Connecticut

There you are in the Metroplex, on a multilane racetrack dreamed up in bowels of Hell. It goes on for miles, 9,286 square miles to be precise, about two thirds the size of Holland and larger than the states of Connecticut and Rhode Island combined. It's growing, too, like a monster.

Well you can't blame people for moving here from socialist hellhole states, but I'd argue you can blame the so-called urban planners who decided that city and 20 lane highway were synonyms. You'd think, after several thousand years of Western civic culture, that we could come up with something better than the 'sprawl. Thank God I live in a road, said no one ever.

It Was Going to be This

Great, readers, will be the fall of it. I know, that'll never happen because the way we live now will go on forever and ever, per saecula saeculorum, but imagine the grid went down, which of course it never will because the grid's immortal, but say for example it did. And you're living in the 'spawl with no water, electricity and before long, food. How would you get out?

But Ended up This

Dirt bikes, on foot? Apocalypse aside, the meetings were good, though it seemed strange to be in the city. Back in the country, Mexican music's in the air and with it the delicious aroma of slow cooked carnitas. 

This makes fasting difficult and speaking of roads, Jack Kerouac was a catholic.

Drive safe,

LSP

It's Pentecost, Install A New Trigger

I get it it,  every Sunday's a Feast Day, but some Feasts stand out, like Pentecost. Some celebrate the descent of the Spirit upon the Apostles by BBQing Porterhouse steaks, and I like that. But for me, celebrating the Feast means installing a new trigger in an AR 15, a Hipertouch EDT (Enhanced Duty Trigger).

It isn't hard. Unscrew the deadly pistol grip, making sure that you don't lose the fire control detent, remove the safety selector and grip. Tap out the pins that hold the old, rubbish, clunky, creepy trigger in place and remove it.

Look at the lower receiver and give it a quick clean with an oily rag; remember, a clean gun is a happy gun. Then look at the Hipertouch instructions and see if all the parts that are supposed to come with the kit actually do. 

Satisfied, put trigger, disconnector spring, and disconnector together, aligning the holes in the receiver, the trigger, and the disconnector so that you can drive a supplied pin through all and hold the mechanism in place. Hipertouch supplies a drift pin, which comes in very handy.

Trigger in place, install the hammer, first fitting a 4.5 lb or a 5.5 lb spring to it; I opted for the lighter pull. Then simply position the hammer in the receiver and pin it in place. 

And that's it, congratulations, you have a new trigger in your deadly assault rifle, making it that much more deadlier. But seriously, does the Hipertouch EDT work? 

Yes it does, as described, "Single Stage Pull is Smooth, Flat, Fast & Precise." Does it have "Lightning Quick Reset"? Fast enough and a big improvement over the stock CMMG trigger that used to live in the receiver. Would I recommend it to a friend? Yes I would, the Hipertouch EDT is what it claims to be, an enhanced duty trigger, which is light and crisp without being a dangerous liability. Is it tactical? Sure it is, all the way to the nearest range and beyond. Cost effective, too, at around $90.

Long story short. If you're fixing to celebrate Pentecost by upgrading your stock AR 15 trigger, you could do a whole lot worse than the Hipertouch EDT. LL, who has forgotten more about shooting than I will ever know, vouches for it.

So get one, if you like, and watch your groups improve. All this is banned in places like England and Connecticut, where the Rainbow Nanny rules and ISIS laughs.

Your Pal,

LSP