Motivational Poster Thread (warning content)

These warnings are always because someone was that stupid!

 

Not really. Ham gave valuable information to help the future of space travel. Katy and crew gave nothing. Not even as good as a chimp.

 

Might work as well as the unnecessary electrical and duct tape on brand new drop cords for keeping it from getting "borrowed."

 

Those straight wall steel beer cans made the best tennis ball cannons. If you missed it, it was three cans. Two that formed the barrel and one with the top and bottom in place, and a small flash hole in the side of the bottom can at the rim. The top of the lower can was just to keep the ball up out of the "chamber" and it was punched all around with a can opener. (We all had a can opener, back then) Assembled with duct tape the top three rims needed to be smooth, so the tennis ball would go in and out easily. Rolling them with a piece of pipe or flattening them with a ball peen hammer did fine. Then all you needed was a shot of lighter fluid and a piece of broom handle for a ram rod. It seemed there was some sort of alchemy involved in just how much fuel to use and how to get it evaporated into a vapor. I used the swinging method with the tiny triangular punched flash hole downward. Once no more liquid fuel could be seen splattering on the concrete it was time for ignition. We shot these things so much (usually up, often ,at one another) that the fuzz would wear off and burn off the tennis ball. At that point, to get a seal, we would load them like a muzzle loader with a patch of linen. This was Dad approved mortar training. Robby Evans and his Dad even made one that was a multi-barrel Gatling gun. I remember riding my bike up his driveway and taking fire from that thing! Great days!

 

My buddies and I made "tater guns" from PVC pipe, with a shot of starter fluid as propellent. Worked well. And of course we kids had bottle-rocket wars, shooting them at each other.

 

I the 1980's we had a limited training budget in the Marine Corps so we made do with what we had. I made a copper tube bottle rocket launcher with a Bic lighter taped on the handle. The First Sergeant loved it! We never knew when or where we'd be taking "incoming fire" from a bottle rocket, but it was better than throwing a pine come and yelling "GRENADE!" or yelling "Butta, butta, butta!" and pretending you were firing a machine gun. No kidding, that's how slim our training budget was back then.

Different time. My clerk smoked cigars at work, in the headquarters building back then.

 

Well, we still have a reel mower at the cottage. 20 minutes of pushing and you are done. Now, if ya hit a rock left in the yard by a little niece or nephew that you missed in the pre-scan of the yard. You are going to be busy for hours sharpening and aligning the blade.
That is also why I raise it up .. it's the lake, it doesn't need to look like a city lawn.

 

it means that they came by it honest!