adnoh wrote:
Bravo bravo
What a cool thing to play with.
Good thing your on our side. Pilot ody that is.
Better than what I played with as a kid. I used a paint can,spit and _ _ _ _ _ D_. Dad did a little demolition work in the war. A man of many talents. During the bay of pigs he rigged up nucular war head in the bomb bay of B 52. Maybe rigged is not the word for it. Good thing you did not your acetylene tank near by. Hint hint
That is all we had as a kid for 4th of july.
Needless to say Dad rocked the block. When the cops showed up he showed them something from he pocket and they all left and never came back. Wish I had one of those.
Ahhhhhhh child hood memmorys.
Sorry for the bla bla bla.
Nice work it brought many good child hood memory I had with my dad.
Maybe. I'll start a good times with dad in the general bs section
When I was a teenager working in the sawmill millwright shop, we used to take an oxy/acet torch and fill up a pop can with the gas. Then light the torch and touch it off. It was a hell of a bang. Then one night on graveyard shift one clown filled a garbage bag up with that gas and threw it in the burner conveyor. When it dropped in the burner it blew some of the plates off. We ran like hell.
PLEASE DON'T DO THIS because back in the 70's pop cans were tin but today they're aluminum. I forgot about that one time and I almost blew my ear drums out. I had limited hearing for about an hour. It was so powerful it blew the dust off the I-beams in the shop.
On maydays (a local celebration at the end of the yr) a local guy would do the same gas/garbage bag thing. Unfortunately for him and his girl friend one blew up in their shop and they were badly injured.
Please share stories of your dad. He sounds like my kind of poofkaboom guy.
CO