For many years, most of my Saturdays would consist of a terrible ritual. I would begin with the loading of my paintball CO2 tanks into the trunk of my car, and begin the search for the one man within thirty miles that could bring my precious equipment to life. While compressed nutrients were being supplied to the tanks, the search for an unbroken and fresh box of paint would begin. Some days the gods were receptive and my ritual would be completed in an hour or two. Usually, the paintball gods would put obstacles in may path to test my faith.
After many years of dealing with the fickle paintball gods, I now worship at the altar of airsoft. I will be held hostage no more to the tethered tank to my side, nor the fragile paintballs that must be handled as though they were transplant organs. My Saturdays now consist of sleeping late, loading one thin bag into my trunk, and taking a leisurely drive to the field. Rechargeable batteries and solid plastic BBs have replaced hazardous compressed gases and fragile, expiring paintballs. Much as the car has replaced the horse and carriage, airsoft will have the same effect on paintball, mind you that you can still see a stray horse...