If you do, will you send me your batteries at least? I run all dewalt for my hand tools, including the job site radio
For the heavier tools, they’re all husqvarna, also sharing their batteries.
That’s a fine chopper you got on the bench there @Johnny , looks almost as good as @smokinhole’s…
Of course that tank needs to get a bigger motor. Can’t have it be underpowered, can we? You need at least the power to weight ratio of the real deal mate.
The ‘ya’ in Yak is one letter in cyrillic, looks like a backwards R.
Thanks. I took a couple of shots for you - the lighting in my hobby (PC) room isn’t that great in the evenings, so excuse the reflected light please - but as you can see, there’s a nice collection of brass, resin and wire extras for the kit, too.
I wish that I had photos of the 2 x $400 quads that I’ve roasted in a few seconds with a sloppy solder job. Back in the days of building them from ad hoc parts from different vendors was the only option. Connect a 4 cell LiPo and watch the speed controllers, PDU board, flight controller, and video and RC RX/TX go up in flames while you burned your fingers struggling to disconnect the battery. It happens with such ferocity that it’s almost comical. Well it is to your fellow drone racers if it happens in the field. The only option is to drink a beer and move on.
Okay, I’ll join the club - and bear in mind, this was in my early 20’s!
Every 6 hours we had to check the oil on our installation generators. That meant stop genny, cap off, check & top up oil, cap on, restart genny, back inside for a brew.
So of course, in the middle of the night, guess who forgets to put the cap back on and starts up the genny, thus covering himself in oil?
That ain’t the bad bit. Next night, goes out, and just restarting the genny in the dark, I suddenly get this warm feeling, spreading up my legs and I stand there thinking “huh - that’s familiar - why did I get that feeling last time…?”
This is the first time I told anyone about that. Wonder why…
My wife walked into the kitchen when she heard my yell of anguish, thinking id finally snapped and was about to go postal.
In her words, “you have worked 115 hours this week and its only saturday morning, your hands are shaking and you expect to be able to do fiddly little jobs like that and not cock it up, order another board and go back to bed you tit”
I did not comply but it did make me feel better bless her
