On Sunday, May 16, 2021 at 5:11:19 PM UTC+1,
cycl...@gmail.com wrote:
> On Sunday, May 16, 2021 at 2:57:17 AM UTC-7, Andre Jute wrote:
> > On Friday, May 14, 2021 at 3:03:54 AM UTC+1, AMuzi wrote:
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https://www.nydailynews.com/news/national/ny-crack-in-bridge-memphis-arkansas-tennessee-20210513-wgkbsv7onzhw7l3ag2bob673da-story.html
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> > > Same phrase as the paywall version which caught my eye:
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> > > :...inspectors spotted a “significant fracture” in one of
> > > two 900-foot horizontal steel beams. "
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> > > 900 foot beam? [Non USAians note that's 275 meters!]
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> > > Is that a thing? Maybe welded like 'continuous rail'?
> > > otherwise how can a 900 foot beam be made at all?
> > > --
> > > Andrew Muzi
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www.yellowjersey.org/>
> > > Open every day since 1 April, 1971
> > Mmm. I don't know much about railway engineering, but I do know a good deal about automobile and yacht engineering, and almost certainly more about bicycle frame structures than most of the "engineers" here who're for the most part jumped-up plant maintenance supervisors or IT jockeys who didn't design anything substantial in their lives, vide the monkeys bragging about filling in CE licensing forms as their greatest achievement -- as if we should be impressed by bureaucrats!
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> > About transporting a rail the length of several football fields. I once built a 68ft yacht 440 miles from the sea and nearly that far from the nearest river that could handle it for about a week in the year, maybe, in a very wet season, and which flowed in the wrong direction to exit into a violent ocean in the middle of a desert hundred of miles from the nearest shipyard and another thousand from the first shipyard where I could hope to fit out and shake down a yacht of that class. The reason for this decision had to do with the sponsors financing the yacht and politics. Transporting the hull by read cost more than building it, and was a total pain in the arse from which I developed my lifelong practice of saying a firm "No!" to money-men with irrational demands. You wouldn't believe the number of low overpasses, the greater number of roads that run for miles with constricted widths, the slowness of the bureaucrats whose assistance is essential to such a venture, etc, and, worst of all, the spaghetti of telephone and telegraph wires running over even the smallest bypass roads. I often thought, because the road that led to it ran mostly through open countryside, that I should have chosen the river that came out in a violent sea, and taken my chances on piloting an unproven ship out of that and around a violent cape where hot and a cold oceans clash. River transport is relatively safe if you do your homework, less stressful, and a lot cheaper. I was reminded of that on one of the last rides I took with a now late friend. We cycled to a small country town where we stopped at a pub for sandwich and a beer. On the other side of the road was a church where we had often admired the huge church bells, possibly the biggest in the country, certainly much larger than in any of the surrounding much bigger cities and towns. The barman was a raconteur. He told us the bells were cast in England and arrived by ship at what was then a grain harbour for the distilleries and is now mainly a holiday destination for floating gin palaces. This river was navigable by large ocean-going ships up to at least an eighty-foot Baltic trader whose rotting hulk we often inspected on rides to the other side of our own town, for a few miles, and then by barge. The barges brought the bells, and then the bells were dragged a couple of hundred yards overland on solid-log sleds by teams of oxen, with a priest on standby to give instant absolution to the sweating, swearing farmers urging the ox teams to maximum effort. The bells were hauled on the sleds up an earth-ramp and thence into the tower. Hallelujah.
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> > A girder can be one piece, but can also be a construction (somewhere else or in situ), often triangulated. The early safety bicycles' diamond frames were, in many instance consciously, inherited from late nineteenth century bridge structures. One of them, the Pedersen, also included in its clever frame suspension bridge practice. See:
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https://duckduckgo.com/?q=Pedersen+bicycle&t=osx&iax=images&ia=images
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> > Tom, I'm delighted to report that Short Johnny, in the manner of a blind squirrel eventually stumbling over a nut, has at last got something right. The flexibility of sideway U-shape truck chasses is part of their load-bearing and suspension reaction -- and integrity. That is why large flitch plates are not fitted; indeed there are regulations about the maximum size of flitch plates that may be fitted, for fear of causing, a larger and more dangerous crack than is fixed. In addition, crossbars are limited, and X-frames are totally banned because rigidity causes more breaks than flexibility. Congratulations on guiding the little man out of the morass of nuance-less error in which he wallowed so long. Let's hope he can keep it up.
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> > Ah, yes, before I forget, the reason for this post: I'm not overly impressed with Japanese bullet trains (which are superb to travel on), or the Californian Korrupt Komik Kapers version.. Ettore Bugatti's railcars set a record of 196kph well before WW2, on poorly maintained French standard tracks, and without realtime computer adjustments.
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https://duckduckgo.com/?q=Bugatti+Railcars&t=osx&iax=images&ia=images
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> I know all about the flexibility of truck frames being necessary to a point. You don't really believe that John knows anything about that, that he doesn't find on Google do you?
Be very surprised if that ever happened. I was just stirring the pot, hoping to encourage the resident mental and moral midget to strive for a higher standard.
I thought that was the likely reason. It often is, in Japan. The Japanese understand that the good is the enemy of the best, and that "good enough" is a crime against craftsmanship and intelligence.
I rode the train once from NY to Washington DC, and it wasn't an inspiring experience. The Canadians do trains so much better. South Africa also had one grand luxe train, the Blue Train, which was tip-top because a lot of politicians used it to travel between the seat of parliament in Cape Town and the administrative centre in Pretoria, a thousand miles away. You could get a superior meal and a great bottle of wine (from the vineyards and wineries of my relatives) on it.
Nostalgia isn't an unalloyed pleasure. I'm old enough to remember when a job on the railways was something a man announced with pride. Now, not so much.