Deep underneath the dilapidated ruin of Castello Di La Filthie, down in the bowels of the earth, far from the rays of the sun and the sight of Man… lies the secret lair of the castle’s lord and Master… otherwise known as The Reclusium. The air itself is laden with evil, smelling of fire and brimstone. Other fetid odours like that of feet, farts, BO and chili combine to form a miasma of funk that will strike down men with less hardy constitutions. Villains from across North America coagulate here to plot, scheme and conspire against all that are good and worthy. The Reclusium has hosted such dastardly criminals like Fidel Castro (ya thought he was dead, didntchya?), Yassir Arafat, Hillary Clinton, and Pete F…just to name a few. Dirty deeds are done here… but they are never dirt cheap!
Years ago I mastered the vagaries of rotary aircraft with my sinister Crapcopters. Today the Russians are bombing the shit out of the Ukes with them, something I would have not thought possible a mere couple years ago. I really gotta have Vladimir over one of these days too…
But I digress! In my old age I fell back in love with fixed wing flight. I’ve been flying RC aircraft over at CFB Stubfart Airfield and having a ball. If you have an interest in RC planes… take a deep breath of fresh air - and join me in the ominous depths. Those of you with a triple digit IQ might want to pass on this poast and use your time more productively! With that outta the way - let us continue beneath the fold.
I’ve been challenged by infernal combustion engines all my life. My dad was a master mechanic and strictly forbade us boys from tinkering with the machines. His time was valuable, and he didn’t want to waste it by fixing our mistakes. He could start engines with a dirty look, and spot engine problems by the sense of smell. Our machines and trucks ran like tops on the farm…but I never really got to learn even the basics of elementary motorcraft. Pop is gone now…and if I want to tinker, now is the time. I’ve decided to become an expert on glow engines that run on nitro fuel. It’s certainly do-able. The engines are simple, and only take basic tools to tear down and reassemble. All I need is experience… and there’s only one way to get it… and that’s by doing.
Blog visitor G just blew me away with his generosity. He sent me not one - but TWO old engines to tinker with. Also included was a short note with a pic of - I would assume - his Copilot.
Let us look at the loot!!!
Mr. Glen Filthie- have you ever tried Mouse Milk or PB Blaster?
ReplyDeleteTexson, my HS auto shop teacher taught us back in the late '60's, it's Mickey Mouse Milk and if that doesn't cut it, you go to Miracle Piss. Glad I could help, Geezer Mike.
DeleteYou wipe your butt with that hand? I have a fascination with RC aircraft from my misaligned and misspent youth. I still love going out and watching the brave RC pilots manhandling their tiny aeroplanes into the air and then sobbing as one crashed quite spectacularly.
ReplyDeleteMy Dear Departed Dead Dad played with those motors on the tethered planes back in the late '50's. I can remember the smell. Thanks for hauling my memory back 65ish years!
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