I went back into to the shop this morning with the intention to bite. I had to wait as another customer was ahead of me looking at a new Python. Not once, not twice, but three times the clerk stood there silent as he flipped the cylinder closed.
I turned around and left.
That’s the crap that concerned me with the turn line. I wondered how many hours of “Dirty Harry” were put on that “new” gun. I’ll find another. Maybe under C&R which will make it easy peesey.