That copper-orange colored stuff is anti-seize, and is applied at the factory. There's no holster wear at all on this gun. Basically, it was sold and never used, so I got it at a smokin' used price. If I tell you how little it was, you'll really hate me, so I'm not gonna tell ya.
I took it to the range today, put a little oil on the rails, and ran a magazine through it. Hard to believe, but it didn't bobble or hiccup even once. It's as accurate as my former G19, and is as easy to shoot as all of 'em are. Its boringly reliable and puts bullets where ya point 'em. Pretty much like every Glock I've ever fired. If they weren't so damn reliable and cool, it'd be somewhat anti-climactic.
I also acquired a Seiko Dive Watch through an incomplete-at-this-time trade. Looks like it's gonna cost me my spare Troy BUIS and some new AK mags. That's a pretty even trade, maybe a bit high on my side, but I dig the hell out of the watch. Once I get a good photo of it. I'll post it up so we can all agree that it's yet another Seiko Dive Watch. In the meantime, here's the crappy one I have. Left to right: my Seiko 5 that I traded a box of 158 grain .357 magnum Hydra-Shocks and a couple speed loaders for (didn't have the gun anymore, so it was all spare stuff), the new Dive Watch, my 1970 vintage Seiko automatic, and a 1900-era Waltham pocket watch that belonged to my grandfather. That one probably deserves a post of its own, and some good pics.
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Happy Birthday and Glockenspiel! Back in College (late 70's) a friend *who actually dove* had a mammoth awesome Seiko Dive Watch - it was Thor's Hammer of wrist-watches.
Seiko makes several watches that I'd love to have, but just can't afford. For whatever reason, I'm rather taken with automatics. I just think they're cool. I'm hoping that at some point in my life I'll be able to swing an Omega Seamaster...once I decide on just one to want!
I had a little Omega Automatic when I was a kid. We picked it up on the way to India in Hong Kong, so maybe it was a fake - but I wore it to pieces, literally. 5th Grade in Boarding School was hard on it...
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