Where has this fallen off from?
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Sans Bateau
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Excellent!!! That'll be it. There is a fluorescent strip light above the engine, never use it ( wont now!!)
Mystery solved, help yourself to a cloud pint.
nigelmercier
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Which is odd, because I've just fitted one in the engine bay.
chinita
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Great news! Now that you have solved your problem I can digress.
We once had a pain in the arse neighbour in a marina. One day, when he was not there we carefully placed a large nut on the side deck near the foot of his mast. He arrived, picked it up and squinted up the mast.
The next day we put a washer in the same place. He squinted up again.
The third day we put a big **** off bolt there..........
nigelmercier
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SHUG
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"It's a Lithium crystal activation unit from the main thrust engine. We canna do withoot it Captain Kirk!!"
William_H
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Always carry a stock of stainless steel nuts bolts washers and shackle pins top throw at the opposition when racing. (if they get too close) olewill
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Since the days of Montgolfier balloons and man-lifting kites, aircrew and injineers have been antagonists, their values, expectations and aspirations mutually exclusive.
One aircrew wheeze from RAF Odiham, the home of helichoppers various, involved us walking across the hanger in which several whirly-machines had been in for major engine-bay component changes/upgrades, and partly stripped-down in the process. Two had just been wheeled out, work finished, inspected and signed off.
One should mention at this stage just how paranoid are all injineers about leaving tools, pipes, connectors, bits of wiring, etc. inside aircraft they've been working on. They have 'hairy fits' when pilots leave half-eaten Mars Bars, pocket souvenir corkscrews or small collections of foreign coins strewn about the cockpit and dropping into the control runs....
Now, this hanger's floor was squeaky-clean. There was NO debris or litter. Anywhere. It was polished almost like a mirror.
All hell broke loose after one of the senior 'eng-techs' spotted a couple of castellated nuts, a dished washer or two, and a couple of short lengths of electric wire-with-terminals lying on the floor near where one of the airframes had been.
"What were they off? Who last worked on that machine? Who should have checked it? Who signed it off....?"
The normally-placid and benign world of the Wing Eng Office filled up with arguing, gesticulating, and clearly-cross SNCO 'grease monkeys' and 'bit fitters'. They could see An Investigation looming. Wrath and dissatisfaction of senior bosses grew likely, then probable. Worse still, they all might have to stay at work after half-past four....!
The Wing Engineering Officer, a canny old hand and well-seasoned in inter-trade 'warfare', swiftly determined the bits were not immediately recognised as 'aviation' and did not seem to relate to any authorised work done in the past few hours. Not 'engines', not 'instruments', not 'frames'.....
Then a thought struck. Leaving his agitated colleagues, he strode through the Squadron Offices stuck along the side of the hanger, until he got to the aircrew's Crew Room.
"Do any of you useless pillocks recognise any of these components?" he demanded, holding out the nuts, washers and wire.
"Maybe they're from in there..." spluttered one of the young pilots, smothering a fit of the giggles and pointing at the long-defunct water heater over the coffee bar. "I think someone had those bits out yesterday. We've been looking for them all over. Why, where did you find 'em...?"
Then the room dissolved in gales of schoolboy laughter.....
One aircrew wheeze from RAF Odiham, the home of helichoppers various, involved us walking across the hanger in which several whirly-machines had been in for major engine-bay component changes/upgrades, and partly stripped-down in the process. Two had just been wheeled out, work finished, inspected and signed off.
One should mention at this stage just how paranoid are all injineers about leaving tools, pipes, connectors, bits of wiring, etc. inside aircraft they've been working on. They have 'hairy fits' when pilots leave half-eaten Mars Bars, pocket souvenir corkscrews or small collections of foreign coins strewn about the cockpit and dropping into the control runs....
Now, this hanger's floor was squeaky-clean. There was NO debris or litter. Anywhere. It was polished almost like a mirror.
All hell broke loose after one of the senior 'eng-techs' spotted a couple of castellated nuts, a dished washer or two, and a couple of short lengths of electric wire-with-terminals lying on the floor near where one of the airframes had been.
"What were they off? Who last worked on that machine? Who should have checked it? Who signed it off....?"
The normally-placid and benign world of the Wing Eng Office filled up with arguing, gesticulating, and clearly-cross SNCO 'grease monkeys' and 'bit fitters'. They could see An Investigation looming. Wrath and dissatisfaction of senior bosses grew likely, then probable. Worse still, they all might have to stay at work after half-past four....!
The Wing Engineering Officer, a canny old hand and well-seasoned in inter-trade 'warfare', swiftly determined the bits were not immediately recognised as 'aviation' and did not seem to relate to any authorised work done in the past few hours. Not 'engines', not 'instruments', not 'frames'.....
Then a thought struck. Leaving his agitated colleagues, he strode through the Squadron Offices stuck along the side of the hanger, until he got to the aircrew's Crew Room.
"Do any of you useless pillocks recognise any of these components?" he demanded, holding out the nuts, washers and wire.
"Maybe they're from in there..." spluttered one of the young pilots, smothering a fit of the giggles and pointing at the long-defunct water heater over the coffee bar. "I think someone had those bits out yesterday. We've been looking for them all over. Why, where did you find 'em...?"
Then the room dissolved in gales of schoolboy laughter.....