http://www.orlandoweekly.com/features/story.asp?id=10475
Interesting, so far.
Interesting, so far.
Conclusions said:Throughout most of my gun ordeal, I told myself that I would return the thing once the experiment was over. That notion has come and gone. Now I'm a good enough shot to hit Erwin on the chin from 50 yards. I visited the Cocoa Beach factory where my gun was made and took a tour while they repaired it. The company was founded by the same Swede who invented the infamous Tec-9. Everyone at Kel-Tec seemed like one big, happy family. The factory was pleasant; it was basically a room full of pretty local girls putting together sub-rifles and pistols by the cartload. Willy Wonka would have blushed.
I am now a gun owner and probably will be for the rest of my life. My Kel-Tec has found its way into my daily equipment – wallet, cell phone, gun – and I never leave home without it. Tucked behind my driver's license is my Florida CCW.
My gun likely causes me more problems than it's worth. During most of my day, it is annoying, distracting and downright illegal. (My CCW is void in bars, schools, school events, national forests, police stations, court, sporting events, polling places and Buck's Gun Rack.) I often wish someone would just steal it.
Barring that, I don't know what it would take to part me from this weapon. It seems few people are willing to give up their guns once they have them. They are hard to take back.