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I believe it is mentioned somewhere else in this conference,
but am not sure where. The biggest problem people have with gas
(RC type, anyway!) is noise restrictions on local club activity.
Some areas frown on gas engines in cars, and won't even let
them race. (For example, the track in southern Vt. does not allow
gas cars to race...just electric. This is due to restrictions placed
on the club by the town.
Best bet is to join a club in your area, and find out the local
rules. I have two electric cars, but have alwany wanted to get
a gas powered Vanning...just haven't had the money, and haven't
been able to justify the cost, since I am also into airplanes now.
You can be sure that you will find Much more competition in
the electric class, due to the fact most people run electric.
(It would be pretty boring to race against yourself all the time,
if no-one else owned gas and that is what you raced!)
You will enjoy either....check out the local situation and
decide from there. Good luck!
Brian
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This is from the Notesfile on HYDRA - HYDRA::DAVE_BARRY. I thought
it was kinda' funny, I also thought you all might get a kick out
of it. It DOES somehow relate to RC, cars in particular, so I put
it here for lack of anyplace better.
Hope you enjoy it.
Fred
From the Boston Sunday Globe 11/19/89
Dave Barry
"Thanks from the ferrets"
Thanksgiving is the special time of year when we traditionally
bow our heads and, in a moment of quiet reflection, ask ourselves whether
it was medically necessary to eat those last 4 cubic yards of stuffing.
But it's also when we pause to give thanks for our many blessings, in
the tradition of the Pilgrims, who were very thankful after that first
winter in rock-strewn New England, a winter filled with cold and dirt
and disease and starvation and death and hostile rock-throwing Indians.
Yes, they had much to be grateful for, those Pilgrims, and on that first
Thanksgiving the ones who were not totally dead yet gathered together to
compare parasites and give thanks. "At least we don't have portable
cellular telephones," they said.
This is more than we can say about the modern era. Just recently
I went to a movie, and right in the middle of a crucial scene I heard this
irritating electronic noise, and this woman sitting in front of me reached
into her purse, pulled out a telephone, and , right there in the movie
theater, started having one of those vital conversations that people tend
to have on portable phones. ("Guess where I am! The movies!")
Of course, I'm used to people talking in movie theaters. As far
as I can tell, a large segment of the population goes to the movies solely
for the purpose of having loud personal conversations while chomping on Baby
Ruth bars the size of naval cannons. But this was something new, a major
electronic rudeness breakthrough, and this woman should be very thankful
that the state Legislature, over the objections of the National Rifle
Fondlers Association, recently enacted a mandatory 15-minute "cooling-off"
period on the purchase of machine guns in theater lobbies.
Of course there are some technology items that we should be thankful
for, a good example being: Robo-Badger. I am not Making Robo-Badger up. I
found out about him thanks to alert reader J. Rhein, who sent me an Associated
Press article by Robert M. Andrews concerning a fascinating project at the
Smithsonian Institution's National Zoo designed to save the rare endangered
black-footed ferret. The zoo has been breeding these ferrets, and plans to
let them go, but zoo biologists are afraid that when they (the ferrets) get
out in the wild, they won't know how to protect themselves. So they (the zoo
biologists) got hold of a Wyoming road-kill badger and had it frozen and flown
to Washington, where a taxidermist gave it a fierce pose and mounted it on
the chassis of a radio-controlled toy truck. The idea is that Robo-Badger
will lunge around after the ferrets, causing them to develop a healthy fear
of the many stuffed radio-controlled predators they will surely encounter in
the wild.
The article also stated that the biologists have been teaching the
ferrets to dive into their holes by pelting them with rubber bands. I am
still not making this up. So we're talking about people who look perfectly
normal, who have normal children and wear normal clothes and drive normal
cars to a normal-looking building where they go inside and 'SHOOT RUBBER
BANDS AT FERRETS.' I bet they also argue over who gets to drive Robo-Badger.
Well I don't know about you, but when I read a heart warming story
like this, it makes me want to express my thanks by eating an enormous
Thanksgiving dinner that continues to expand inside my stomach for the better
part of a month. So let's transform ourselves into total goobers by putting
on our French-style chef hats, and then let's head for the kitchen to to make
this: EASY TURKEY RECIPE
Step No. 1 in the preparations of any kind of large deceased
animal for eating is to learn about its various body parts, and there is
no better source for this kind of information than an outdated edition of
the Encyclopedia Britannica. According to mine, turkeys belong to the same
biological family (technically, "The Johnsons") as chickens, and both male
and female turkeys have - this is a direct quotation - "a fleshy head
appendage, the snood." Of course, the turkeys at the supermarket no longer
have snoods, which forces us to ask ourselves, what the turkey industry is
doing with them. Putting them in large trucks and shipping them across state
lines would be my guess. This time of year, you could be driving on an
interstate highway and inside the truck right in front of you could be
hundreds, possibly even thousands of pounds of snood (SIX DIE IN SNOOD SPILL).
And driving right behind could be a ferret biologist. It's best not to think
about it. It's best to simply take your turkey and stuff it, then cook it in
an absurdly hot oven for about two days while basting incessantly, and then,
just before serving, mount it on a radio-controlled toy truck.
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