Guns are for killing people and I don't need the practice

My blog states, "mostly bike related" and this post is will not be about cycling. I will do my best to keep your interest though.

Yesterday I was asked by a co-worker if I owned any guns. I said no. He went on a rant that I better go out and buy some because soon we will not be able to own a gun because of our current president.

I truly believe every law abiding American citizen should have the right to own a gun. I also truly believe I should have the right to not own one.

I grew up on a farm and I was a hunting and fishing nut. I now get my meat from a grocery story and hunting for food or hunting for sport just is not my thing. Why? I guess after 11 years in the military I feel guns are for killing people and not for sport or fun.

"Guns are for killing people and I do not need the practice!" What do you get out of that statement? Am I a pacifist? How about an arrogant x-jarhead? I was high shooter out of my battalion. I know how to shoot. What I am dribbling about is I have nothing to prove by owning a gun. I would not receive any joy out of owning one or shooting one. I will, however, take arms again if my country ever asks me to. If I ever decide to own a gun and a person asks me if I own one, my response will be, that is none of your business.

Sightings on this morning's 15 mile commute with special commentary

1. An abundance of goose poop; bike trail at Cherapa Place.
Can't we kill some of these and feed the hungry?

2. A pickup coming at me on the bike trail at about 10th with a thick fog following it.
It was mosquito control and I rode right into the thick fog of mosquito killer.

3. A beautiful bouncing belly button on 26th and Interstate 229 bridge.
It was a very fit, young, beautiful blonde lady running. I was the perfect gentlemen and stopped on the bridge to watch, I mean, to let her pass.

4. Day laborers looking for work at 26th and Cliff.
I hope they found some work.

5. Caribou Coffee.
Sorry, I did not stop to say hello.

6. Many people in cars on Minnesota that looked like they were in a hurry to get to work.
I am never in a hurry to get to work, but I am never late.

7. Human Hamsters on Minnesota Ave.
A bunch of people on the treadmill looking out at me. What a feeling of imprisonment they must feel by not being able to go out side for their exercise.

8. Many people walking across 4th Avenue @ Wells Fargo.
I think it is strange to have the Wells Fargo parking lot across the street. The young workers probably thought it strange that I was on a bike so early in the morning.

Strange possibly, but enjoying the scenery, most definitely.

-Peace and bike love!