Books. Bikes. Boomsticks.
What this planet needs is a twenty-foot flying predator.
Well, actually, yes I do.We had to make one in 10th grade Science class.I was in the garage with three hair dryers checking the thing for leaks when I realized that my life wasn't like the cool kids on television.I got an A but my balloon had a less than spectular in flight; it was recovered near Gas City. Oh, well, the first air mail delivery had problems too.Shootin' Buddy
We found one in the middle of the street last year. At first I didn't know what it was. The parachute was tangled around the balloon, and never fully opened. Geeks that we are, we took it apart. It had a GPS unit, transmitter, and what we assumed were numerous pressure/temperature/humidity instruments attached to a circuit card, all powered by a couple of AA sized batteries.It was cool to play with.
One of my duties at the last job I had involved maintaining the weather system we had, and launching the balloons with the radiosondes on them.It was a gas, no pun intended.
Years ago, I found the remains of a balloon on a hillside in a remote area. Never found the radiosonde, though.I wondered how those things worked. Thanks for reminding me to look it up.
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