So I'm heading back home on a tiresome trip, four hours down Tuesday night, four hours back Wednesday afternoon, and took just a minute out for some snapshots of snow and cold, and to fire off a few rounds rapid fire out of the new--to me--AK-47 with the folding stock and the Romanian flash that throws the barrel the opposite way of the casing ejection. Smart stuff, that. Anyway, a dead water heater out in the middle of nowhere, off on one of those "Ranch Exits" off the freeway that go nowhere, and I plugged it from the hip at ten meters, maybe twelve, not even a whole 30-round banana clip. But it was a nice little break on a long ride alone with a mixture on the CD deck: Brahms German Requiem, DCFC, Shins, Essex Green, Van Morrison, Coralie Clement, Gounod's Mors et Vita. Nice all the way.