So I decided to take two of my rifles to the range today, my .338 A-Square and my .300 RUM.
Going to the range is kind of a big production for me. I get the ammo together, get my little PressureTrace computer, my Acer comp (to run the data from the PT), tools, cleaning gear, rests, ect. I run over to storage to get my Oehler 35P, and off I go. I get about a mile from my house and I remember my staple gun. Crap. I turn around and get it. Get a mile from the house again and remember my camera. Crap. Turn around and get that...
Driving about halfway to the range I notice I am using more than the usual pedal pressure on my truck to make it go down the road. Also, it's pulling to the left all of a sudden. If that isn't enough of a mystery, the brake on the drivers side starts squealing really loud. I turn around yet again to drive back to the house. Almost back and I see a truck just about stopped in front of me, lock up the brakes. Man how embarrassing. By the time I get back, I can smell burning brake pad. Blech! Smells like burning clutch material. The hub is so hot I cannot touch it. I am done. Unpack everything and here I sit.
Sometimes I think the Lord is trying to tell me something.