Recipe for survival in a USA awash with weapons; when you're being shot at, just run really fast!

Yup, that’s the thought du jour from David Ferguson blogging at The Guardian. And he should know; he’s been shot at!

It’s quite the compelling yarn, is it not? There he is at age 18, helping a young hottie up sticks to get away from her abusive boyfriend, no doubt angling for a shag in the big-picture scheme of things. At 18 I certainly would have been.

So they’re stuffing all her worldly belongings in a battered old Subaru sedan… all good. I’m totally with the narrative so far.

Then the drunken and angry meth or cocaine addled boyfriend shows up… hey pal; that’s happened to me too!

Could I tell you a few stories! (And as a matter of fact, I have had to run for my life on a couple of occasions, and I’m still here, so your advice is not completely without merit.)

But I gotta say you lost me when that baffed out old Subaru sedan left a trail of burned rubber on the road.

No way did that ever happen. I’ve driven old Subaru sedans. They have many virtues (none of which would be apparent in a Georgia winter) but they’re so under-powered they could hardly get out of their own way. Ya, the WRX era opened a new chapter, but those were not battered and old when you were 18.

Impossible!