This article summarizes a fictional blog post by AbbyGetYerGun about her experience traveling alone for a spring vacation in California. On her drive, she has a road rage encounter with a large man who follows and confronts her at a red light. However, when he approaches her car he notices her concealed carry permit bumper sticker and gun in the front seat holster. He backs away, allowing her to drive off safely. The story promotes being prepared to legally defend oneself while traveling alone through concealed carry.
Holster for Safety: Woman's CCW Saves Her on Spring Road Trip
1. Title: Road warrior: Holsters for Spring Travel
URL: http://www.desantisholster.com/Road-Warrior-holsters-for-spring
Keys: concealed carry, concealed carry permits, concealed carry holsters, holsters for women, womens holsters,
Summary: Blogger AbbyGetYerGun hits the road with her firearm and DeSantis holster.
Text:
Road Rage Warrior: A Holster Story For
Spring
Use it or lose it. That’s my mantra when it comes to freedom. I like doing what I want; when I
want. Otherwise, what’s the point? So when my girlfriend backed out of our spring road trip three days
2. before, I never even considered canceling. I know what people say: “women shouldn’t travel alone”. But
I had a ridiculous winter (my boyfriend dumped me on Valentine’s Day) and I wasn’t about to cancel my
Pismo vacation after scoring a killer “beach-adjacent” cottage on AirBnB. Work at the hospital was full
time stress and I needed a break. Besides, I wouldn’t be totally alone. My CCW peeps would be riding
shotgun: my Smith & Wesson M&P9 Shield and my Kingston car seat holster from DeSantis. Now that’s a
power posse!
Good thing my entourage made the trip, because things got sketchy one morning just south of Pismo on
an isolated stretch of highway. California State Route 1 is that narrow two lane highway in every
Mercedes commercial. Green hills above and blue ocean below. But some parts of the “1” snake
through one-light central coast ghost towns. Remember that creepy town in “The Birds”? You get the
idea.Anyway, I pulled out from a Mom n’ Pop gas station early one morning and some yahoo speeding
by in his SUV got the impression I cut him off (I didn’t). He had some choice expressions for
me. Whatever. I rolled my eyes, pulled out and starting scanning for signs back to the highway. I looked
back a minute later, and guess who pops up in my rearview? Same guy. Big fat head out the
window. Honking. Yelling. Shaking his fist at me. I was a little rattled, but I just tried to stay focused on
finding the highway on-ramp.Then (wouldn’t you know it) I hit a four-way signal at an intersection in the
middle of nothing. Red light. I stop. He stops. He gets out of his car. Slams the door. Stomps over
towards my car.This was not a tiny man in case you’re wondering; I’d seen redwoods that were smaller.I
look down at my cell phone. No reception. No help now anyway. I take a breath and carefully reach for
my S&W tucked in the DeSantis holster strapped to the front edge of the driver’s seat.Go time. I am
prepared to defend myself. Suddenly, the guy just stops dead in his tracks directly behind my car. I saw
his mouth sort of drop open and his eyes squint. Looking down at something. Lips moving like he’s
silently reading. Or maybe he just couldn’t manage reading and walking at the same time.
Just then, the light turns green. I floor it. My 2005 Nissan’s engine screams back at me like I’ve stuck
with a hot fire poker. Mr. Redwood finally gets tiny in the mirror as I pull away. He’s not getting back in
his car either. Just stands there. Hmmm.
About an hour later, I finally arrive at Pismo Beach, determined not to let some road rage-aholic ruin my
four days of desperately needed R and R. As I’m pulling my bag out of the trunk, I notice the bumper
sticker I’d put there just a few weeks earlier. It says: “I carry a gun because a cop is too heavy”. Guess
that’s what Mr. Redwood was reading. Maybe he wasn’t so dumb after all.
@AbbyGetYerGun is a ficticious character based on the stories of real women.