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Pat Riot

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  1. This one made me laugh. When I was in the Navy we had an Admiral that loved missile launching systems. His name was Admital Train. Often when we pulled back in to home port, Norfolk, VA, he would show up at some point and we would go down into the launcher and operate the systems so he could watch the operation of the ready service rings that held the missiles. We would put TSAMs on the rails and move the topside portion of the launcher. I saw he was most fascinated by all of the red LEDs and indicators showing the launcher position and active electronics. We couldn’t have a better friend to Combat Systems than Admiral Train. He also liked the gun mounts. Anyway, I said all that to say this: When I worked at Hughes Aircraft I worked on a project for an anti-satellite weapon for the Air Force. Once we had the test system up and running and were testing the actual missile components a General from the Air Force wanted to see our testing facility and the test centers we built to test the sensors and guidance for the weapons. On Friday afternoon the General came in and was unimpressed. He was agitated and rude and he told us that he was coming back Monday and he had better see some improvement on our test racks. My boss asked what he wanted to see and assured him the system was functioning. The General said “I want to see something. I wasn’t to see some action. Something that tells me what’s going on.” As soon as he left with his entourage a meeting was called. Our Director wanted answers on how to meet the requirements the General laid out. All the engineers were baffled. That’s when I remembered Admiral Train and his joy at seeing all the LEDs, meters and indicators lighting and changing. I brought this up and immediately work began to figure out how we could fabricate indicator panels with red, green and yellow LEDs, lighted meter indicators and piezo audible alerts. We worked the entire weekend in the test racks. Monday when the General arrived he was absolutely elated with all the twinkly lights and digital meters and indicators changing throughout the testing process. He thanked us all and left with a grin on his face. From Friday afternoon until Monday morning I clocked 50 hours of OT. I was tired but the General was happy.
  2. "Back In 1971, Close To Winganon, Oklahoma, There Was A Cement Truck Accident" "The weight of the mixer was so immense that relocating it wasn't feasible, prompting the decision to abandon it in place. Over time, the community members took it upon themselves to give the truck a makeover, transforming its appearance into that of a NASA space capsule."
  3. Shouted from a nearby boat: “Hey ladies you forgot the “Q” or is that because you’re the “Q” as in Cute…?” Don’t roll your eyes like that! Here’s another along the same lines…
  4. Not funny, but cool! This Photograph Was Taken In 1947 At The Astor Theatre, Situated At 1537 Broadway, On The Corner Of West 45th Street In Times Square, New York City
  5. Not even for money! Vegan zombie It was only a matter of time before ARs became fashionable. Does anyone know what the heck is up with the magazine on the girl’s gun on the left?
  6. I thought it was darn police of them to leave me a new saw horse. Too bad it wasn’t a pair. I have to say that I pretty much had enough of dealing with that bike. It had a bunch of problems but the points plate was the topper. I couldn’t find parts for that bike anywhere so it got to the point where I just didn’t care what happened to it. I was relieved that somebody stole it. I do believe that is the only motorcycle that I have felt that way about.
  7. I read a story about a board track in New Jersey, I believe, that outlined some pretty gruesome injuries. The one that literally turned my stomach was the guy that slide then rolled a bit. He had huge splinters skewered into him all over. Blood and guts incidents and accidents really don’t bother me much, but the story of that guy and the way the writer explained his injuries shivered my timbers and turned my stomach.
  8. Sorry to get political, but this right here symbolizes what free leftist, socialist, commie types really want for their part in the world. I despised Lennon then as I do now because I saw right through his commie horse sh**!
  9. Unlike yours, this is a funny story. Back in 1992 I needed another set of wheels. I wanted a motorcycle so I bought a used 1976 Yamaha 650 Twin. It was a Triumph copy. It had electric start and kick start, but this story isn’t about kick starting it. It was probably the easiest kick starting bike I had ever encountered. Anyway, this bike had a points system. The points would close on this thing all the time. The funky plate below the plate where the pounds were mounted was all stripped out. A very common problem with that model. Those plates were no longer available anywhere. Of course the internet didn’t exist then so searching was done the old fashioned way. In person and by phone. The points closing problem happened so often that I could reset the points in less than a minute if I had the two screwdrivers and a matchbook in my pocket. I rode this bike daily for a year and a half until I got a new Ford F150 pickup truck. We lived in an apartment with covered assigned parking. My spot had a raised storage unit and below that big cabinet I had room to park that bike. So, I parked it and covered it with a blue tarp secured with bungee cords. Months later we bought a house. For probably 6 months that tarp never came off that bike. When moving I was dreading hauling that bike over to our house. I considered scrapping it, but decided I still might get lucky and find the plate I needed or sell the bike for parts. The very last thing to move was the bike. I borrowed a bike ramp from a buddy of mine and bought some tie down straps. I parked my truck in the street with the tailgate over the driveway entrance so the ramp wouldn’t have much of an incline. I walked up to the “bike” dreading dealing with all the dust and dirt on that tarp. I reached down and undid the bungee then pulled on the tarp to expose the bike. When I yanked the tarp all of a sudden the “bike” began to fall over. I rushed in to hold it up but something was wrong. It moved and felt funny. The bike wasn’t under the tarp. The was a large “Burro” saw horse and a funky wooden structure upside down on the horse to simulate the handlebars, gas tank and rear seat rise. SOMEONE HAD STOLEN MY BIKE! For a moment I was angry, then I realized someone had done me a favor and the hoax was funny so I laughed. My 2 neighbors that volunteered to help me must have thought I was nuts. I have no idea when that bike might have been stolen. I didn’t get a nearly brand new saw horse, so I had that going for me. I never reported it stolen to the police and the insurance had been canceled. The bike was listed “Inoperative” with the state so there was no bureaucracy to worry about. I wrapped up the tarp and my new saw horse and tossed them into the truck along with the ramp and drove to my new house. Laughing all the way.
  10. Isn’t it amazing? Technology and Medicine were not very advanced at all back then, yet these crazy guys risked life and limb for fun, excitement and for some, notoriety.
  11. Doesn’t matter. Either way you’re ****ed. Believe it!
  12. No, this is not the reason I joined, but I did think it was funny.
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