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Broithe

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  1. Yeah, ticking 'over' at 2/3 of a rev in each direction. A friend of mine lovingly rebuilt a Suzuki 750 'kettle'. We still laugh about how he took out the back wall of his shed when he first got it going...
  2. Some of the two-stroke bubble cars didn't have a reverse gear, but they had adjustable timing - this allowed the engine to be stopped, the timing altered, then restarted, running in the other direction. This left you with the possibility of all the gears in reverse, not just one - 70mph backwards, for those that felt up to it...
  3. ^ Well, at least those three posts are the right way up...
  4. Tipperary? Does it run a bit over the border to the Centre of the Universe*? *Ballybrophy.
  5. Has anybody modelled this? Possibly a use for an old Lima..?
  6. A bit of a missed opportunity? Whilst it was in there, they could have weathered it a bit...
  7. In a similar vein, this paint is/was alleged to be one of "our oranges". https://www.nobleknight.com/P/2147372468/Macharius-Solar-Orange But, it may not be available any more...
  8. https://shop.princeaugust.ie/
  9. On its way from Minsk to Tianjin again today - so, a possibility of another run to Shannon on Wednesday?
  10. Ah, I thought it would tell you where your school tie was...
  11. Mmm, I'm sat here thinking about him now... He was a man who actually understood everything, to the point of being able to 'abuse' his knowledge, when it was necessary. They bought a house, but the only means of heating the water was by a back-boiler behind the sitting room fireplace. The hot tank had no fitting for an immersion heater and any modification meant destroying a lot of the bathroom - so, it could wait. For kitchen matters, boiling a large kettle was OK in the summer months, but heating enough water for a bath was an issue during the summer months. So, Harry devised a plan to suspend copper plates in the cold bath and pass fairly large currents directly through the water to heat it up. He made an insulated frame with the means to raise and lower the plates, to control the current, measured on his trusty AVOmeter. This could be achieved in 'reasonable' safety as the plates would 'gas up' as things progressed, reducing the current - the main risk was blowing the main supply fuse, so he kept the current well below that. There were no earth leakage devices back then, so blowing wire fuses was the only real issue - as long as he didn't blow the 'supply fuse' then he could just replace any wire as necessary. Sixty amps through the water soon heated it up... He built some really superb speakers, occupying the alcoves either side of the chimney breast. Things were designed with great regard to resonances, bass-reflex tube lengths, etc - and some regard to reducing noise through to next door. He wanted to experiment with different quantities and arrangements of wadding for damping purposes. He discovered a marvellous source of wadding, in small equal-sized quantities, that would allow him to create various arrangements and tweak the layout to achieve optimum acoustic performance. He negotiated with the manufacturer of this product and they agreed to deliver a consignment direct to him, so he didn't have to purchase large quantities in retail shops - there was quite a cost advantage to doing it this way, too. As much as Harry would understand everything, he would sometimes miss a small detail, that might be of no immediate concern to him - this is what led to him and his (long-suffering) wife carrying industrial quantities of 'sanitary items' into the house, from a lorry emblazoned with a "Tampax" logo - in front of all the neighbours out washing their cars on a Saturday morning.
  12. Talk elsewhere of "suspect devices" reminded me of a couple of events of that nature in the factory. The 'Tank Shop' where the tanks for the transformers were fabricated had made actual military tanks during the war - hiding in plain view. The lads to the east clearly knew about this, though, and the factory was recorded, along with the adjacent RAF sites. The factory was subjected to one attack by a lone aircraft - whether it was deliberate or a fluke as somebody dumped his bombs having been 'jumped' on his way to Liverpool, or wherever, was not ever established. Three bombs went off, causing some damage and considerable excitement - also one bomb came to rest gently enough to not detonate itself, and was subsequently defused. However, it was never established if this four was the entire delivery - the ground was notoriously 'soft' - and we actually lost quite large items ejected by our own explosions in the 1970s and 80s. Not having a delivery note from the pilot, there has always been a possibility that the consignment may still have one or two unrecorded items... Anyway, one day, excavating a pit in a part of the building that went back to 1917 an 'unknown cylindrical metal object' was exposed by the digger. This caused some consternation and it was proposed to call the Bomb Squad in. Whilst a posse of suits discussed this and the potential for further damage and disruption that this might cause, someone had the presence of mind to get one of our endoscopes and gingerly shove it in through a crack in the casing. This revealed it to be an empty cylinder, about four feet long - so, it was dug out and revealed to be just a short section of broken cast-iron pipe, possibly just buried there after being broken - but not recorded anywhere - Phew! We also got the odd bomb scare in 'those days' and on one occasion we were all out by the railway, being recorded as 'safe', when it was realised that one person was missing - "Where's Harry?" - "He's definitely in, I've seen him!". So, the delegated Fire Warden was sent back into our shed to see if he could be located and brought to safety. Harry was found, determinedly sitting at his desk, wearing ear plugs, a WW2 gas mask and a genuine WW2 ARP* helmet. *Air Raid Precautions. I never really worked with Harry much, but he was my 'mentor', I learned all my scavenging and scrounging from him.
  13. Well, mine has finally travelled the last half mile to here. It was shown as 'delivered' last Monday, but not here, or at any immediate neighbour. I had a vague thought that it could be at another house with a similar address and the same family name - I've had her tax disc before now - I was just about to head up there to enquire and the post van came past with it - result! Anyway, I've had a quick look and am massively impressed by the Start Trek-like 'swoosh' of air as the box lid is slid off - that is some tolerance to achieve with cardboard! It seems as good as others have reported - and better. But, I have been unable to open the cab doors so far, and a search of the "bag of tiny bits" has not turned up a key yet - otherwise, it seems quite good.
  14. Mmm, one every full moon..?
  15. Is that actually a pipe running into the wall-mounted pipe? I wonder if the wall-mounted pipe might be intended as some sort of flue arrangement, to extract the smoke on firing up? Perhaps with some sort of connector which is missing in the picture?
  16. And it has such a lovely Visage, as well.
  17. This post, from a Facebook page that I got roped into, might be of interest - it should be visible to anyone. https://www.facebook.com/groups/109619289726001?multi_permalinks=877520252935897&hoisted_section_header_type=recently_seen Google doesn't find the picture anywhere else.
  18. I've seen it in real life a few times, it is an absolute masterpiece. Exemplary in every respect.
  19. Keep that for a mitigation plea, if you're caught?
  20. Tell her you've signed up for evening classes.
  21. Phew! Very nearly one for the Railway Accident Investigation Unit.
  22. DayGlo has a tendency to fade considerably over time - you could justify almost any variation.
  23. That one's no lightweight - pretty much all-steel, but I don't find the weight a great problem, neither region that I frequent is hugely hilly and the 'robustness' outweighs (hah!) a few missing kg, I think. The GB bike is even more of a 'tank', but it's done a lot of miles over the last 15 years. I bought that off a local bike recycling (hah!) charity, after my original was stolen - from a back garden in the middle of the afternoon. That bike had done around 50,000 miles - I was doing a good 100 a week back then - 5,000+ a year - and I had it over a decade. I only drive about 7,000 a year (in normal times) - and only 2,000 this last year. The success I've had with that bike led me to set up an auto-search on eBay for another - the silver one was on a few times over a year - 'collection only' and always ending when I was heading west - but nobody ever bid on it - then it eventually ended as I was heading back east - so it became mine. A lot of decisions I've made over the last few years, because I thought "that'll be handy one day", have turned out to be of great benefit over the last 18 months.
  24. My bike on the Big Island is kept deliberately scruffy - and it weighs a ton. Bike theft is the main cultural activity in the town. I do use it to access the central area, as driving there is just too traumatic, but I have a technique of popping into a nearby, but out-of-sight, shop for a minute, then returning back past it. My theory is that, if I was going to steal a bike, it seems much safer to do so if you have actually seen the owner leave the scene, and you should then be reasonably safe from him returning unannounced for a while - and you know what he looks like, so you can spot him at a safe distance and escape. I'm fairly sure that I've saved my bike on at least two occasions by using this technique. A friend had his, fairly decent, bike stolen by two lads who spent some time hacksawing through the lock on a Saturday afternoon, about a hundred yards from the police station. He went in to report it and they said they already knew, which surprised him. They actually gave him a copy of the CCTV footage for insurance purposes. You can hear the operative attempting to get someone to 'attend the scene', but he is stuck in traffic two miles away. The bike stand can be seen by standing in the middle of the road outside the police station door. He had cycled across Australia on that bike. He was alone, in the middle of the Outback, slogging up a long hill, when he became aware that a pick-up was trailing him, and not overtaking, as would have been easy, with nobody about. He became more and more alarmed at the possibilities that this might involve. As he finally reached the top of the hill, the pick-up slowly appeared alongside him and the window rolled down - by this time, he was expecting to be shot and his body never discovered - but, the driver merely handed him a cold can and said "I think you'll need that, Mate!"
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