Was out for a Sunday ride once and ended up in Federalsburg, Md., when it suddenly occurred to me that I had my gun on. I so rarely take it off, it feels odd without it, and normal with it. I pulled into a parking lot. no one around. Took off my gun and holster and locked it in the toolbox of my truck, ammo in back seat. Next stop, back to the Great State of Delaware. Put gun back on. How sweet it is!