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Three engines blazing! |
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| During a lull in the launchings, Chris
describes the posterior of the woman in front of him at Walmart
that morning. The subject then turns to liquefied methane
gas as a rocket fuel. Jim smiles sagely. |
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full again. |
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witch's hat on a 'G' engine. Didn't have far to go to find it
afterward. |
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Civil Air Patrol has overwhelmed us with some nice rockets. Barry
never got to launch any of his own. |
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it's time to set up Matt's Executioner. |
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| Pondering the launch angle on this breezy day. Looks good. Launch into
the wind, the parachute will bring it back. |
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Inside the rocket is a passenger named "Parachute Guy". |
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An
excellent flight!
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rocket for dear life!
He does NOT get hung on a "Nail of Fame" in the garage. Because of
him and his parachute, the rocket landed in the corn.
The dual parachutes made our mental calculations as to
where the rocket would land meaningless. |
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Civil Air Patrol Squadron 104. |
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A "clip whip" adds greatly to the odds
of all engines igniting at once. |
Final flight of the day. Third launch of
Triple Threat. |
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| Last
flight of the day, and third flight of the Triple Threat, partially thanks to Ken. He found the rocket in the corn on
its second flight.
While I was searching for the rocket I saw a red object sort of
floating through the corn, but I couldn't tell what it was. It came out of the corn and I saw it was
Ken's hat. Under the hat was Ken. He said, "Your rocket is
back there!" |
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It was 3PM, time to pack up and bid adieu
to John, Chris, Barry, Jim and Ken. See ya in November. |
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This concludes our broadcast day. |
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