flight report (humor)

Feb 01, 2004 3 Replies

It was the night after chinese new years, not a creature was stirring, well except for a bunch of kids doing whatever they feel like... I took my stick rocket, which looked like an 18mm motor stuck to a stick with a cone on it... I put it in a bottle, lit the fuse, and when it went it sounded like what a 18mm motor should sound like, then it hits apogee at I dunno, 200 ft? then it went BOOM (yes it was a boom rather than a pop) with nice break and spirals and stuff, then that wasnt it, there was a second boom, and followed by a flower of spark. There is no recovery to speak of, except maybe like



1/2 of that stick that was attached to the rocket, and bits and peices of paper/plastic that would eventually be decomposed by the course of nature or most likely picked up by street sweepers. Was it a sucessful flight, well yes considering that it was expected, but of course it would have been a complete NAR safety rule violation on the following ground: 1. The rocket is to be electrically ignited, no fuses... 2. Nothing explosive or flammable may be used as payload except ejection charge (well one could argue it WAS ejection charge, just a large one that is...) 3. It had to be launched off of a proper launch pad, not a bottle! 4. It had to have a recovery system... in this case it had none, well there is one, I call it humpty dumpty recovery...

Sorry couldnt resist... it just doesnt feel the same when you watch your own built rocket fly and make it back to the ground without damage, than something you buy (or was given to you) that is designed to land in peices... it wasnt this tiny bottle rocket that pops and whistles, this is like some kind of display skyrocket that cost a whole lot more but was given to me by a coworker... was quite fun watching it go, wish I have like 100 more, it did make car alarms go off though...


OK Tai, here's mine. Went to the Moapo Indian Rez two weeks a go just north of Vegas. Played the slots, drank fire water and ate jerky. When we all were suitably prepped for the mission, we entered the trading post and let our eyes wander among the tens of thousands of fireworks. I bought a 2,000 cracker wheel of Black Cats and an assortment of large stick rockets. the crown jewel in my purchase was a 4 foot-long rocket with a body the size of a toilet paper tube. On top of this was a large round shell the size of a croquet ball, roughly about 5 inches in diameter. After we completed our purchases, we stepped outside into the midnight desert air and wandered over to the "range" out back of the facility. Range is used loosely here. It is in fact, nothing more than a huge empty spot in the desert distinguished from the huge empty area it is part of by a small sign that says, "firework display area". We shot off all of our firecrackers and wimpy bottle rockets as well as a few 3" shells and some really cool aerial spinning things called "Silver Jets" These looked for all the world like giant seconol capsules. Upon ignition, these rose about twenty feet in the air and spun wildly emitting a 15 foot circle of sparks and color. After a few seconds, the second stage kicked in and it spun even faster as it whirled up and out about 50 yards. Then as suddenly as it began, it flamed out and fell burning to the ground. My big rocket was saved for last. We needed to use a metal trough (the Indians kindly supplied this) as a sort of rail launcher. I pointed the rocket up and out over the range at about a 70 degree angle and lit the fuse (big green cannon fuse type). The rocket lit slowly but then shot up the trough and into the air trailing a 20 foot long stream of brilliant white sparks. Adding to the majesty was the shriek the motor was emitting; much like a bus load of Piccolo Petes on steroids. About 300 feet up the shell burst into a cascade of green-changing to red-changing to gold crackling sparks. Shooting right up through the middle of this was a white stream of sparks that peaked about 50 feet higher and then exploded with a window rattling bang coupled with a brilliant titanium white flash. All in all, it was a magnificent evening. Well worth the long drive out from LA. I recommend this stop for all who are traveling I-15 or visiting in the Las Vegas area.

damm... I wish I was in an indian reservation... fortunatly firecrackers arent as outlawed in taiwan as the USA (I dont think there are a 50mg limit like the BATFE since I've seen stuff that was setting off car alarms some far distance away and it was louder than just "black cats") and around now everytime a store repoens after their new year holiday they would light a string of firecrackers to celebrate it... unfortunatly no one seems to sell shells (I was told they were outlawed...) maybe I could try china? thats where all that stuff comes from... good thing its easier to get work visa from china as taiwanese because they still think we are a part of them...

Wow. Talking about shattering the class C barrier. "Smoke em if you got em"?

Pax

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