24-12-2017, 10:59 AM
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Re: Leisurely Scribbles (part 5)
I had a brace of long johns bought for me by my Lovely when I told her of my toils in the wilds of Ohio on top of Thunder Mountain.
The johns were the first layer of many, ending in a lovely pair of Carhartt quilt lined calico overalls, with zips from ankle to the hips so you could put them on without having to remove your boots.
We were testing a jet engine that had to be inspected regularly, and some poor sod had to crawl up to the front end inside the intake duct to turn the fan whist someone without looked through a horoscopical device, lest there be weevils inside.
We were called Inlet Monkeys, and oft wrote ribald comments on the inside of the duct whilst the probes were moved from one orifice to another.
My contribution was, "They didn't tell me about this at the interview."
Only people of a certain reduced size, like muggins here, could fit, and have to be a contortionist to boot. It wasn't too bad in summer but doing it in the snow and ice of winter was positively painful.
We had to come out every ten to fifteen minutes for a warm up on a bank of lectrickery fires, biggerer than that there beer barrel from Jem, all sat on a mobile platform that got driven in like something from the educational TV programme on the Discovery channel called Thunderbirds.
'Twas a great view from atop there of little hills 12 inches high. I was told these were the foothills of the Appalachian mountains.
Wild deer and a pack of wild dogs roamed the site. The owners didn't actually know how big it was, but 'twas well over 5000 acres, for a ruddy manufactory and test facility!
Alas it was in a dry county and so we Brits heroically chose not to stay there but instead drive 80 miles each way from our hotel in Cincinnati. Well you would wouldn't you, especially if the hotel free food and beer four nights a week and you were on a daily allowance.
Mind you, if we had a gert big barrel of beer at our disposal, and routinely topped up, we might have reconsidered.
Happy days.