PPK: A fair assessment.

A Mad Oger Bon Mott.

A PPK in .32 ACP was my first carry gun. It was the only thing I could afford when I got my permit in Venezuela and that was because it was my Dad's and he carried maybe twice in his life before shoving it in some drawer.

Even in .32 ACP, it barks bad and if your hands are not skeletal, you will sport a slide bite more than once. The trigger is simply atrocious in double action and barely passable in single action.  But also, the principle of a bad gun is better than no gun applied: It saved my bacon more than once.

I could not bring it with me when we moved to the States and Mom gave it to a friend of ours who was a cop and could take care (or ignore altogether) the legal bullshit of the registration transfer. And other than the fact it belonged to Dad, I had very little remorse about not being able to keep it.