Old Enough To Remember?

What Sir Issac Newtow did tell us was the law pertaining to the fact that any important tool or part that's falls invariably finds the floor grate or some other equally difficult to retrieve from spot.:eek:
 
What Sir Issac Newtow did tell us was the law pertaining to the fact that any important tool or part that's falls invariably finds the floor grate or some other equally difficult to retrieve from spot.:eek:
I thought that that was Murphy's Law... Never was any good at Physics....! Also anything dropped doesn't land where you think it will.
 
I did dream of owning a motorcycle, but it was a Triumph. It looks like I may yet have the opportunity to fulfill that dream (but, of course, it's not quite the same)
No, they aren't quite the same. I miss the 1960's Brit bike looks. Plus side is they don't vibrate parts off and drizzle oil everywhere you go.
 
Just seen this today when I passed a high school on the way to getting my coffee. Girls and Boys outside taking gym class together. 50 years ago why couldn't they have done that when I was in high school. Sure would of made Gym a lot more pleasant:biggrin:
 
So your saying you never found your fathers lee loader and whacked primers :rofl1:
(Nobody do this)
Regarding stupid things kids find to to. I grew up near Fort Ord, CA. As a kid my friends and I would go out in the areas where they would practice war games. We would find literally thousands of unspent blank bullet cartridges out in the hills. We would take these cartridges and tape a BB on the primer and tape a streamer onto the cartridge and toss them up into the air. When they cartridge hit the pavement it would explode with load bang. The cartridges would rip open a throw shrapnel, we were lucky we did not get seriously hurt. It seemed like great fun until one day the cartridge I threw up in the air came down on the windshield of my dads brand new Pontiac TransAm. He never did find out what happened to his windshield until I was a married man and I told him what had happened to his car. I'm glad he found the humor in it after all these years.
 
Primers, caps, bullets all childs play. Got a hold of a RR torpedo of my brothers, used to signal RR engineers, had metal straps to clamp on a rail, as the train wheel rolled over it boom. Meant to be heard a mile away... I hit that bitch with a hammer. Blew the hammer out of my hand,treated me to facial shrapnel, and taught me to never hit ***** with a hammer.
 
Regarding stupid things kids find to to. I grew up near Fort Ord, CA. As a kid my friends and I would go out in the areas where they would practice war games. We would find literally thousands of unspent blank bullet cartridges out in the hills. We would take these cartridges and tape a BB on the primer and tape a streamer onto the cartridge and toss them up into the air. When they cartridge hit the pavement it would explode with load bang. The cartridges would rip open a throw shrapnel, we were lucky we did not get seriously hurt. It seemed like great fun until one day the cartridge I threw up in the air came down on the windshield of my dads brand new Pontiac TransAm. He never did find out what happened to his windshield until I was a married man and I told him what had happened to his car. I'm glad he found the humor in it after all these years.

I actually went grenade fishing with two uncles-in-law. Both were WWII vets, both in the reserves. We were out in one's motorboat for hours, not even a nibble. One uncovered a small wooden box, kinda like an old fashioned soft drink box only this one was half filled with fragmentation grenades. Should we? No one else visible on the lake, why not? It was a bit disappointing to a ten year old, not like the movies at all. A loud WHUMP with roiling disturbance on the surface. After a few minutes, the stunned fish began floating to the surface. We collected our legal limit and got to do the fish fry they promised our families. Never told my Dad. Those were the good 'ole days. Don't know how I survived them.
 
When I was about 13 or 14, my buddy, Steve Leatherwood, thought it would be fun to shoot a the back of a 22 shell with a BB gun. Consequently, Steve was the first person I knew, that had a glass eye. Everybody but Steve thought it was pretty cool.

John
 
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