Eight blocks up the road while headed back to work I slapped myself (and am pretty sure audible, verbally-abusive behavior was included) and the next thing you know my truck was back at the LGS. Figured if the consignor would agree to take any less it was a sign from God that buying it was the right thing to do. Well, they made the phone call and the seller agreed to drop the price a little, so now I was obligated to keep my word. It was only the honest thing to do, after all.
Further confirmation that buying it had been the right thing to do came after the paperwork was done. Running the serial number revealed that it was a 1972 model--my birth year! Then after doing a little research I discovered that the Old Model was only made in .45 Colt for a few short years and the 4 5/8" barrel accounted for relatively few of those made. How about that?!
And that, my friends, is what started this downward spiral.
