Fart zone

American Handgunner, Jan-Feb, 2005 by Kevin M. Ulam

I couldn't help but laugh like the proverbial hyena when I read about the "Feuerwehranfahrtzone" (Insider Nov/Dec 2004). If you speak German, the term generally refers to where the fire department (Feuerwehr) parks or approaches or enters traffic. As far a banning farts, however, I can assure you your average German can probably pass wind equal or better to you or I. If your staff was at the IWA show in Germany and drove at all on the Autobahn, they must have collapsed with laughter when they saw the "Einfahrt" (on-ramp) or, better yet, "Ausfahrt" (exit) signs. Not to mention the sheer joy of driving sans-speed limit! You have a great magazine, and I'm glad I'm paid-up through 2006. By the by, Mr. Connor must be telling the truth in his Guncrank Diaries as I have found the truth is stranger and funnier than fiction.

Kevin M. Ulam

LaPorte, Ind.

The only thing stranger than fiction around here is Connor's charge card bills. Now, if I could only catch him long enough to get it from him and give him his new "Tin" card (sorta' like a Platinum one, only different), things could calm down some. Even I have to answer to the boss for things like: "Twenty-three bottles of Rebel Yell Burbon, plus next-day Fed-Ex charges, to Gollawambura, New South Wales, Australia." Conner said there was 24, but he said he had to "make sure they weren't spoiled" before he sent 'em. Last I heard he was in Norway. Editor