ya should see the shxx i stir when i go to the range on my motorcycle with a couple rifles strapped on the back
When i lived in San Diego, I would take off about once a month to go up to Anza to shoot with friends. I would ALWAYS get stopped by Deputies along the way. After the first couple of times the first question became "What have you got along this time?"
I'd end up spending 15 to 30 minutes talking guns and ammo.