Everything was going as planned as I turned right onto Adams from Ontario. Just a block later, I'm greeted by a soldier pointing an M-16 at my car. Immediately I defecated myself and slammed on the brakes. He came over to my window and let me know that the Army was running exercises in the downtown area again, to which I responded by offering to play the insurgency, since I'm an expert with fireworks. He regretfully informed me that they've already got that covered, but to check back in next time. Before scurrying off to devour a chili dog and a plate of fried pickles, I drove around for a while taking photos of the first armed occupation of Toledo that I had heard of since 1835.