The 1911 is arguably the sexiest gun to ever grace mankind. It feels perfect in the hand, recoil is an afterthought while firing. The 1911 manual of arms is akin to ballet. Graceful yet deliberate. When you hold a 1911 you feel as if you’ve just stolen Zeus’s Lightning Bolt. The sheer weighted balance of the 1911, reassures its master that when called upon, it can surely beat a man to death! The 1911 was forged from steel and wood, dug from the earth and formed by John Browning.
With all of this lust, I married the Glock. The Glock is not sexy. The Glock is not graceful. If you’ve seen one Glock, you’ve seen them all. So why the Glock over the 1911?
Because, even though I look dapper in a tuxedo. I don’t wanna wear a tuxedo everyday, especially in the summertime. I cannot stand dress shoes, sneakers are much better. Ladies, you may love the way you look in a pair of sexy heels, but it’s gotta get old quick.
That’s how I feel about the 1911 and the Glock. The Glock just works. The 1911 is a real man’s gun and the Glock is a hardworking, reliable and incredibly dependable sweater vest with cankles.
The Glock is not sexy, yet I never have to clean it. When close friends come to visit, I show off my beautiful 1911. I easily push my Glock out of the way and with two hands gently pick up my 1911. I even wipe down the 1911 before I put it back in my safe. I can’t remember the last time I even blew the dust off of my Glock.
Both guns are great, yet the 1911 is not for everyday. The 1911 is America and the Glock is an early 2000 Toyota Camry. It’s got over 200k on the speedometer, yet it cranks every time. Sure, the Glock is tactical Tupperware, but I never have to worry about dropping it or marring the finish. Heck, you could even clean it in your dishwasher!