Picking my wife up from the Mesa (AZ) airport last Saturday involved my driving 290 miles there (from home), which took 5 hours, a two-hour lay-over, then a similar drive back home. The area traversed involves freeway driving only within the Phoenix area, perhaps 40 miles of it, the remainder two and four-lane highway, unlit, traversing the deadest of night with nary a town light for distances of 100 miles or more, two small towns passed through, Wickenburg and Wikieup.
The thought crossed my mind more than once: driving a vehicle with 150,000 miles on it, no really serious work done on it (yet), how nerve-wracking would a break-down in those boonies prove to be? What about a break-down interloper stopping to "help"? Safety? I saw not one cop car in 290 miles.
Helping ease such worry is the fact that my center console contains a .40 caliber semi-automatic handgun loaded to the gills with it's high-capacity magazine. To us folks bent on self-preservation for ourselves and loved ones, such firearm presence is not a link to paranoia, but rather an available means to an end, should that need ever arise. imp