I’ve never owned a Glock. The ergonomics are iffy, the trigger feels like a twig straining to its breaking point, and then there’s the fanboy factor. “Ermagherd, how can you not like the GLOCK? It’s like the most revolutionary thing ever and I once heard that a guy fed one to a shark that lived in a volcano on the Jovian moon of Io and then it still fired 6.52 million rounds of overpressure ammo because he was like a commando and went on to topple Dr. Robotnik’s Army of Socialist Androids and sweet Ron Paul UFO Jesus how can you not own a gun that’s so dreamy the manufacturer has to write their name in ALL CAPITAL LETTERS?”
Yeesh. I must be missing something, right? Maybe. I needed a smallish pistol to fit in the pocket of my day pack, and the 26 met my requirements better than pretty much anything else. Continued...