Thread: Road pics

Originally Posted by Wullie

I made $2200 on that old truck LOL. That little plane is what we lovingly referred to as the world's slowest airplane. It had about enough motor to get off the ground. The wing was WAY old school with a lot of under camber ( drag ). You had to fly the wing on that beast as it didn't have enough engine to get you out of a bind. It was fun, but I didn't want to own it. It was basically a Pietenpol "Air Camper"
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pietenpol_Air_Camper
on steroids as the builder made it bigger than the original plans yet kept the engine size the same..... It had a 65HP Continental on it.

This is what I miss in our world now a days.

. One of Pietenpol's goals was to create a plane that was affordable and easy to construct for home builders.

I can see the argument why, but people are getting so specialized that there is no way there is a home builder.

Tim

Originally Posted by 32t

This is what I miss in our world now a days.

. One of Pietenpol's goals was to create a plane that was affordable and easy to construct for home builders.

I can see the argument why, but people are getting so specialized that there is no way there is a home builder.

Tim

My wife fly's Tim and I think you are right. Especially if you have a family. By the time you get up to something that'll take on 4 people - even kit planes have to be assembled "on site" if you don't know what you are doing... and I don't know what I am doing!

Better to just buy a used plane really!

This is an idea of what I was thinking of.

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Tim

Wullie,
those old ghost towns, any of them have one or two residents left? Do you know what killed these towns off? Looks like there could be some interesting gear left about. in the old sheds etc.

Cheers

Heelerau

Like where ya heads at there Gordon, but I reckon if I were superstitious, and I'm superstitious, I'd be careful about taking stuff from Ghost towns. I've heard stories of one place (the name of which eludes me now, but it's up the Central Northern area of the US) where people who take anyhthing that's laying around (and there seems that there is a fair bit) that nothing but bad things happen until they return the stuff back to it's rightful place.
It could also nust be a great way of ensuring no silly buggers come in with the idea that that bit 'o' crap o'er there would just be the ducks guts fer fixin' that ol' thingumy-bob hangin' in the back 'o' th' shed back 'ome too!


Mick

Originally Posted by MickR

Like where ya heads at there Gordon, but I reckon if I were superstitious, and I'm superstitious, I'd be careful about taking stuff from Ghost towns. I've heard stories of one place (the name of which eludes me now, but it's up the Central Northern area of the US) where people who take anyhthing that's laying around (and there seems that there is a fair bit) that nothing but bad things happen until they return the stuff back to it's rightful place.
It could also nust be a great way of ensuring no silly buggers come in with the idea that that bit 'o' crap o'er there would just be the ducks guts fer fixin' that ol' thingumy-bob hangin' in the back 'o' th' shed back 'ome too!


Mick

It being close to Halloween, I saw a little thing on that place on the TV yesterday! It is an old silver town named Bodie. You are right, some things you just don't mess with.

That's the place! I got within about 20 miles of it, but the driver at the time refused to take me there for a look see. I was just a little bit peeved to say the least!


Mick

Originally Posted by donv

It being close to Halloween, I saw a little thing on that place on the TV yesterday! It is an old silver town named Bodie. You are right, some things you just don't mess with.

Guess I should have said to look at, rather than implying to nick !! I know station owners out back get pissy when off road tourists raid their dumps. for old bottles and the like. I guess someone owns these places still even if it is not apparent.

Cheers

Heelerau
Wullei, I think I may be living with a close relative of your wifes!!

Originally Posted by heelerau

Wullie,
those old ghost towns, any of them have one or two residents left? Do you know what killed these towns off? Looks like there could be some interesting gear left about. in the old sheds etc.

Cheers

Heelerau

The old towns are still kind of going concerns. Still folks around and a lot of those pics were taken from the fence because the gate to them is locked. I know there must a lot of neat old stuff laying about but somebody still has ownership. Most of what killed 'em was the interstate highway system. They got bypassed and folks don't stop and get tires fixed or buy gas and get grub. The small ranchers and hard scrabble farmers gave up and moved to the city and the big ranches bought 'em out. People moved to the big town and never went back. The towns of Gordon, Thurber, Mingus, and Strawn pretty much died when the coal mines closed because oil was cheaper to burn in the locomotives back in the thirties and then coughed and gave a death rattle in the fifties during the drought when the small family ranches and farms went broke.

I've pilfered around a lot of houses and buildings and I don't take anything but pictures and don't leave anything but tracks. Seen a lot of stuff I'd like to have toted off but I can't make myself do it.

Met a cowpoke out near Strawn that has lived there since he was a pup. He and I hit it off and he offered to take me and the missus out to a couple of the old mines that were abandoned in the 30's and he lives in the middle of what used to be a town. I asked him what kind of beer he liked and he said cool or cold, didn't much matter to him, so I'll show up with a couple of cases and I suspect we'll have some fun trying out our new fancy metal detectors and trooping around the boonies.

Figured I'd wait till it cooled a bit more so the missus won't have to worry with the rattle snakes. She ain't the least bit skeered of snakes. I'm just worried she'd try to make a pet out of one of the damn things.