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Man shot dead while trying to rob fast food restaurant, MPD says
MEMPHIS, Tenn. – A man was shot and killed why trying to rob a fast food restaurant on S. Highland, the Memphis Police Department said.
According to Memphis Police, officers were sent to the Wendy’s at 749 S. Highland, across from Normal Station, for a shooting call. MPD said the officers found a man there who’d been shot; he was taken to Regional One, where he was pronounced dead.
Police said that their preliminary information shows that the man entered the restaurant with the intent to rob it, fired a shot, and was then shot by someone inside the business. The man then ran out into the street and collapsed.
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Fox 13 Memphis
Memphis? Once is an anomaly, twice a trend. Three times? Thanks again, Gun Bunny.
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Memphis is a shithole. Too bad we can’t carve it off and give it to Arkansas or Mississippi. But I’m sure they wouldn’t want it either.
IIRC, Memphis is one of the original churches that gets called out for special mention in Revelation.
I’ve never been in a Wendy’s but after reading the article
I’ll have to give them a shot…..
RimSHOT
They always say fast food is bad for your health.
I hope The Unknown Shooter is never ID’d.
Not by coming forward to the po-po (please, we just wanna talk), not by security camera recordings (mysteriously erased), not by being ratted out (omerta).
The store should scrape together a TSS reward fund (small, discreet, and under the table), just for the next time TUS customer just happens to drop in for some eats.
I could say something about long, lean, leggy Ms Thang, big bore guns, and rawhide……but, nah, not gonna go there.
THE HELL I WON’T GO THERE!!
Rawhide? Yeah, I head her up…and move her in. She certainly has a nice “matched pair”. The hand held artillery pair is nice, too.
Once in awhile the crime story in Memphis has a feel good ending.
I think that no matter what weapon the ROK Troops had they would put it to good use.
I increased the image to see the caliber … honest; yeah, that’s the ticket. It looks like it says “Colt Cal .45” but am unsure. For some reason I keep getting distracted by the other pair of 45s.
She’d shoot a lot straighter if she took off that restrictive vest.
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The Pirate’s Cove
Daewoo… I had the chance to buy a civilian K2 (I guess probably the AR-100) for $750. It was literally a trunk sale, where I met the guy in a mall parking lot after seeing his posting in the local classified paper (The Trading Post, IIRC, cost about $0.75 and had a few issues covering different regions of VA). He had the Daewoo, an HK91 clone, and I believe a Valmet, all priced at $750. I ended up getting the HK. It was a Century Arms (CAI) build–I suspect the others were as well–and I wish I’d have gotten one of the other two. Regardless, my FAL, another CAI build on an IMBEL receiver was purchased shortly afterward and became my favorite battle rifle.
In an indirect way, Daewoo cost me my job at Cadillac. I was a stubborn Apprentice Tech, making a whopping $7.50 an hour, and the dealership had done right by me, sending me to GM School back when they still had the campus on Lee Highway in Fairfax. Looked it up, it’s a furniture store now: lee highway farifax – Bing Maps. Anyway, I was hesitant to take a promotion to Line Tech, where I’d make $10/hr. flat rate, knowing that the junior Techs often struggled to turn over 30 hours. This was 2000 or so, when GM was at its height in number of marques, and our little Cadillac dealership was about to start selling Hummers, Saabs, and Subarus. We had a used car lot across town that was being converted to a Daewoo dealership, and as the mouthy hourly wage employee, I was sent to help paint it, along with some of the guys from the detailing shop. I strongly dislike painting, so after an hour or two, I took a permanent lunch break, going back to the bay I’d worked in for nearly two years to get my tools a week or so later.
To veer further off-topic, GM School was a neat experience. Our instructor was an old gearhead, telling us stories of classic muscle cars (in the early ’70s, he had an old lady who brought in her Novva SS [I believe] because it wasn’t running well; he took it out and just drove the piss out of it to blow out the carbon–not sure how true it was but it sounded cool at the time) and giving us insight into the then-modern performance tuning (Corvettes used the same basic engine but each year the computer was tweaked to get a few more HP and ft/lbs of torque). He also talked of GM’s first electric prototype in the early ’90s, and how it had now real acceleration control. Basically, you hit the “gas” pedal, and it went to top speed as fast as the tires would allow.
They had one of a handful of Beretta convertible concept cars. Without the solid roof, they lacked rigidity, and the entire side would flex when you shut the door. There was also a brand-new Corvette that had been off-loaded wrong, crushing the floorboards. We got to watch as he used a 9-volt battery to set off a pre-’94 airbag, sending it about 50 feet in the air. If he had it facing bag down, he told us we’d have probably never found it.
My Dad worked in quality and production management in the GM Assembly Division plants after WWII through the 1960s. I have childhood memories that flooring the gas pedal to “blow out the carbon” was in fact a thing back in the day.
Still do that with my 1975 F250 snowplow truck.
390 cu, Holley four bbl, dual pumper.
I call it “throat clearing”.
Used to call that an “Italian tune-up” – people who drive mainly short trips around town and never really get the engine warm up tend to get a lot of soot and carbon deposits in the head area of the cylinder – run the engine at relatively high RPMs a few minutes and a lot of that clears out, leaving the car running cleaner and better.
“FIAT”
Fix it again, Tony!
I miss my old truck, Oscar. It was a green ’78 F250 that my brother-in-law gave me. I never did quite get it right, though at one time I had body panels and everything else priced out on JC Whitney. The gas tank had some rust or debris in it, so if I took a turn too quick and stirred it up, the filter would clog and stall the truck. Mine had the 400 making all of 165 or so horsepower. I was in the Army the entire time I owned it and kept it at my in-law’s house and later my grandmother’s down the street. When her house note was mismanaged and foreclosed on, I let my brother have it hauled off and keep the money. Yet another poor decision on my part that benefited him while doing me zero favors.