Out Of The Thirty Aught Six Business

I decided that I wanted tires for The Precious more than I wanted a Garand.

Turns out that Willard wanted a Garand more than he wanted an unspecified here sum of cash.

Rational self interest on the part of both parties yields an agreeable transaction on all sides.

I enjoyed my time with the M1, but truth be told it went to the range far more often as a "you've never fired a Garand?" than as a "I want to take out MY Garand and go shooting."

I like my FAL a lot better for a .30 caliber battle rifle.