Random Thought Thread

Blues said:
Well, that's fate...but thank you.

And as fate would have it, I was on the team that took those bastards down sometime after the incident. We weren't told who the subjects were until we were on site and ready to take the door. It made it all the more gratifying, personally, though it was decidedly less comfortable for those we took down that morning.
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Karma and Fate for those bastards!
 
When I was a kid my mom crashed landed an airplane into the Greensboro water reservoir, next town over.

Since this was her second "hey, this is not an air-field, lady" landing, the flight club wouldn't rent her airplanes anymore.

She also used to be a really bad driver.

She still is a really bad driver. But she used to be, too.

(Mitch Hedberg reference intentional)
 
Nathan the Machinist said:
When I was a kid my mom crashed landed an airplane into the Greensboro water reservoir, next town over.

Since this was her second "hey, this is not an air-field, lady" landing, the flight club wouldn't rent her airplanes anymore.

She also used to be a really bad driver.

She still is a really bad driver. But she used to be, too.

(Mitch Hedberg reference intentional)
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They still did after the first time!?
 
That 210 was fast, comfortable, and capable. I remember it being able to go anywhere and do anything, I really liked that aircraft a lot. Compared to a 172 it was like a Ferrari. One of my favorite childhood memories is piloting it over Arkansas while Dad took a break on our way to Oklahoma one year, to attend his high school reunion. We met a lot of really cool people on that trip and had some really good food in some unexpected places. Mark Martin's dad, Julian Martin, let us stay in his shop for the night. (Julian died in a plane crash in '98, RIP). We had some really amazing steaks off of paper plates at a grass strip in Tennessee. Those of you who come to our October cookout will get the same vibe. I inherited my grandfather's violin on that trip.

101 low lead used to be about a dollar a gallon. It's like 10 times that now. A 210 burns at least 14 gallons an hour. Nope. *sigh*
 
Nathan the Machinist said:
That 210 was fast, comfortable, and capable. I remember it being able to go anywhere and do anything, I really liked that aircraft a lot. Compared to a 172 it was like a Ferrari. One of my favorite childhood memories is piloting it over Arkansas while Dad took a break on our way to Oklahoma one year, to attend his high school reunion. We met a lot of really cool people on that trip and had some really good food in some unexpected places. Mark Martin's dad, Julian Martin, let us stay in his shop for the night. (Julian died in a plane crash in '98, RIP). We had some really amazing steaks off of paper plates at a grass strip in Tennessee. Those of you who come to our October cookout will get the same vibe. I inherited my grandfather's violin on that trip.

101 low lead used to be about a dollar a gallon. It's like 10 times that now. A 210 burns at least 14 gallons an hour. Nope. *sigh*
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What part of Oklahoma?
 
Nathan the Machinist said:
This is how we sharpen here



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The knife is attached to a parallelogram hanging from the ceiling and the angle is set on the platen with this.

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This is how we are able to control our edge angle geometry pretty accurate and it allows me to rotate the blade so the angle stays closer to true as it goes around to the tip compared to most other sharpening setups.

This means we have a sharp knife attached to the end of a stick.

We have had surprisingly few injuries from sharpening. Mark once poked a double-edged Shiv about a half an inch into the meat of his palm, and I once got a non-trivial cut sharpening a sword.

Not too bad considering the many thousands of knives we have processed over the years.
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Man, this is fascinating. I love everything about it.
 
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