An Epiphany at Breda's Place
I put up a target and loaded the pistol. I got into my stance, consciously controlled my breathing, and thought, "Okay. Strong grip. Sights lined up. Front sight focus." I was having a little internal monologue to calm myself. "Shhhh," I told myself. "Breathe. Slow down." I squeezed the trigger...Breda falls in love............ Go read.
So often, people eschew the 1911 for reasons that are not rational. Fear of recoil, the desire for "modern" equipment, whatever........ Then they shoot an example of John Moses Browning's finest, and they have an epiphany. They can never look at another handgun in the same way again.
Congratulation Breda. You have found Nirvana.