Hoo boy, now there’s a job. A couple of jobs really. The helicopter pilot is aces, of course. Dude just hangs there. The men climbing on the high tension wires are built of different stuff than the rest of us, too. I’ll bet they get paid, man. Not as much as a Ruby on Rails developer, but pretty good, surely.
Ah, forklift follies. There are some repeats, and lots of vertical video, but altogether, a very solid video compilation effort.
You know, there’s something about the forklift that attracts a certain sort of man. An iconoclast, a bit of a cowboy, something of a devil-may-care wild man. It doesn’t seem to attract people who are good at math or physics or geometry, however.
You know, you can make a contest out of most anything. Americans in particular like contests like this one. Introducing a competitive spirit into everyday work quotas is how people get fast in the first place. If you’ve never looked over your shoulder to see if the next guy is going faster than you are, I feel sort of sorry for you. You always run faster in races with other contestants, not just a clock.
I was a mason tender for a guy that would have put all these guys in the shade, left-handed. He had one weakness, though. Me.
Our old friends Cold War Motors are back with a new vidjayo, and it’s the usual glorious gas-powered foolishness. They’re hunting the elusive Mopar slant-six engine. A slant six has six cylinders all in a row, canted to one side. I loved my slant six Dart beater back in the day. The whole (stage) left side of the engine compartment is empty, and you can put your feet in there while sitting on the fender and banging on the engine, which you’ll do quite often, because Mopar.