Tennessee Tom:
Welcome to the Forum from a former globe trotter born in Oklahoma and now hunkered down in the Great Smoky Mountains of East Tennessee -- a Forum member who also pays homage at the shrines of Browning and Seecamp.
I own R9 No. 132 (no "R" prefix), which I ordered sight unseen in 2002 and received in May 2004. I tend to treat anything pronounced by the Rorhbaugh brothers as "gospel," but No. 132 will in my lifetime not reside in any gun safe for more than a few hours at a time, and then only in exigent circumstances. For the past six years, it has been my EDC, holstered in one of the several Hedley pocket holsters I acquired before that great man's death. On occasion, No. 132 plays a supporting role to a Colt 1911 (which started its life as a "Plain Jane" 1991A1 Government Model but was transformed by Clark Custom Guns, Cylinder & Slide, AJAX, and LaserMax) or a Heckler & Koch P7 (which was retired from the German Lower Saxony State Police but was transformed by Tripp Research, Karl Nill, and Pete Foldyna).
This R9 No. 132 of mine has become my constant companion, carried always (unless I am in court or some other location where its possession is forbidden by law), shot only occasionally to maintain familiarity, cleaned and lubricated with religious dedication, and trusted with my life and the lives of those whom I love and respect. In my not-so-humble opinion, I am the fortunate owner of one of the finest pocket pistols ever produced by
homo sapiens on this third rock from a dying red star of a small solar system on the edge of a minor galaxy in an ever-expanding universe.
R9 No. 132 serves another interesting purpose. It keeps my son, my two sons-in-law, and my three grandsons competing for my favor in the hope of receiving it as a specific bequest in my Last Will and Testament. (That codicil has yet to be written.)
