So, the back story. Joe Fazzio and his partner (name unknown) had Kal Guard GunKote as a business in CA. The product was something out of South Africa (Lyttleton Industries), primarily used in motorcycle racing brake components, and then from there to helicopter high temperature parts, and from there to gun parts.) that my business associate Alan, also VP of Castol Motor Oil South Africa (a can of the best), and formerly of Castrol Petroleum Oil and Lubricants, UK - supplier for this little spot in Hereford England (which had some 22nd boy scout troop hanging about.) Thus the "Cal" and now :"Kal"
For whatever reason, their business dissolved. The partners had a trade name dispute upon separation, the result being that the one party (not Joe) could not use "KalGuard", so he became "KG Coatings".
The other party sold his rights to Great Lakes Chemical, which became (six different subsidiaries later), but whatever. The current version of the company is willing to mix the base product at the specific ratios I want with the solid, carrier and solvent ratios I want, so I can dilute on-site with a CH3C(O)CH2CH3. With, my specific "give me this, this, that, but not that" and meets HK's repair and training requirements for generic bonded sold film lubricants and I've exhausted my 7th grade chemistry (because this shit used to be taught in 7th grade chemistry!)
So yeah, replying to my own post, But I'm 3 IPAs and 2 martinis into HassyMusic.com so whatever.
So Alan is Hanging with the boys of Company C, AKA the boys of the 22nd boy scout troupe. because he likes to shoot guns, and the boys like to shoot guns, and he's giving them all the petroleum oil and lubricants (POL) to shoot their guns, and so they invite him to "shoot guns" together and such.
And then they are called up to shoot their guns for real like.
And waddya know, there is this little spiff at a hotel. Address = 16 Princes gate, with some Iranian Malcontents. And the boys go and do what they have been trained to do and take care of it all.
One of whom is a Fijian Dude, who gets old, and "retires" and goes to work for this little upstart company called Heckler & Koch, out of Germany. Their Training Division. Because mama-san notes that pissant Iranian dudes were dispatched by British dudes with MP5SD3s made by this little company in German known as HK - previously making sewing machines for the Nazis, but whatever.
Fast Forward , "Mark, can you do your thing to make our guns that have been beat to shit, great again?"
Because Alan says you're the shit, and I know Alan from back in the day, when he worked for Castrol, selling us Petroleum Oil and lubricants (POL).
Send me three, no charge, you decide!}
3 months later, ARS is the official finisher for HK repair and training division, because I'm that fucking good, . . . bitches!
