SeaCat
Hey, my Halo is smoking
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I almost pissed myself today, or you thought all the nuts were in California?
I have a neighbor, a nice guy, helpful, friendly, but not too smart. He decided he was going to help out another of my neighbors who happens to be parylized from the waist down. Somehow he got his hands on a wheelchair a while back and decided to modify it so our neighbor would have more mobility around the neighborhood. To do this he decided to attach a "small" gasoline engine to the chair and use it to drive the wheels. He asked me for a bit of advice from time to time.
My first piece of advice after don't was to advise hm to put in some kind of clutch. At the very least a centrigal one. Nope don't need it. We can control that using the throttle. Who needs the worry of gears and such?
Oh he did a good job. Somewhere he got his hands on a welder and put everything together. he even had such little niceties as a horn, a high flag, and foot rests. (No brakes though, we can use the engine for that.)
Second piece of advice, Wheelie Bars. Oh what the hell for. It's only a five horse engine for Christs Sake.
Oh he replaced all the bearings with good ones for Racing Carts. The drive was a direct drive chain to an axle between the main wheels. (He replaced the mains with much larger Moutnain Bike Wheels.)
Third piece of advice was for him to get a helmet for the test drive. Amazingly he did. He borrowed one from somewhere, a good Bell Moto3.
Today he did the test drive.
He fired up the engine, which started as it should on the first pull of the cable. he adjusted the choke, which worked as he planned it. All of this from the sitting position in the chair. he then shifted it into foreward. The gear caught, the chair jumped foreward while tipping over backwards. He hit the pavement while the chair continued on it's merry way across the street and down the embankment into the Intercoastal Waterway.
He is now sitting in his garage nursing a headache, (thank god for the helmet) as well as several bruises and scrapes while contemplating the recovered motorised wheelchair. (I was able to retrieve it from about twenty feet of water for him. I'm glad I had a Caribeaner as I was doing this freediving and not with a tank.)
Needless to say when he went feet up and the chair headed across the street at high speed I was doubled over with laughter. In fact I was laughing so hard I didn't make it home, I had to find a convenient bush along the way or my jeans would have been more than a little damp.
Cat
I have a neighbor, a nice guy, helpful, friendly, but not too smart. He decided he was going to help out another of my neighbors who happens to be parylized from the waist down. Somehow he got his hands on a wheelchair a while back and decided to modify it so our neighbor would have more mobility around the neighborhood. To do this he decided to attach a "small" gasoline engine to the chair and use it to drive the wheels. He asked me for a bit of advice from time to time.
My first piece of advice after don't was to advise hm to put in some kind of clutch. At the very least a centrigal one. Nope don't need it. We can control that using the throttle. Who needs the worry of gears and such?
Oh he did a good job. Somewhere he got his hands on a welder and put everything together. he even had such little niceties as a horn, a high flag, and foot rests. (No brakes though, we can use the engine for that.)
Second piece of advice, Wheelie Bars. Oh what the hell for. It's only a five horse engine for Christs Sake.
Oh he replaced all the bearings with good ones for Racing Carts. The drive was a direct drive chain to an axle between the main wheels. (He replaced the mains with much larger Moutnain Bike Wheels.)
Third piece of advice was for him to get a helmet for the test drive. Amazingly he did. He borrowed one from somewhere, a good Bell Moto3.
Today he did the test drive.
He fired up the engine, which started as it should on the first pull of the cable. he adjusted the choke, which worked as he planned it. All of this from the sitting position in the chair. he then shifted it into foreward. The gear caught, the chair jumped foreward while tipping over backwards. He hit the pavement while the chair continued on it's merry way across the street and down the embankment into the Intercoastal Waterway.
He is now sitting in his garage nursing a headache, (thank god for the helmet) as well as several bruises and scrapes while contemplating the recovered motorised wheelchair. (I was able to retrieve it from about twenty feet of water for him. I'm glad I had a Caribeaner as I was doing this freediving and not with a tank.)
Needless to say when he went feet up and the chair headed across the street at high speed I was doubled over with laughter. In fact I was laughing so hard I didn't make it home, I had to find a convenient bush along the way or my jeans would have been more than a little damp.
Cat
Oh my that is rich!
Wheelie bars, obviously. Probably a roll-cage, too. But, whoa! You could have leagues for veterans from different conflicts, as well as an "open" league.
