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So. This is it.
I’ve had my first taste of Azrael.
Neither of us truly had the upper hand.
But, that changes today.
Maybe Tim, Dick, and the rest of Gotham will be able to sleep easy tomorrow.
But first? Azrael must go down tonight.
“Well how do you plan to do that? You haven’t even got a suit”
“Tim…”
He’s right. I haven’t got a suit.
“I’ll figure it out. Right now, we just have to follow him, and. You know. Finish him.”
Dick chimes in:
“Follow him? You let our only lead get away. You let HIM get away.”
“Dick, if you recall correctly, he came to us at the beginning, not the other way around.”
This time it is Tim’s turn to have a go. But I already had this figured out the moment I walked in here.
“What’s that meant to mean? How does that lead us to Azrael at all? Are you saying we just bait ourselves and wait for him to thrash us again??”
“Use your detective skills, Tim. Look behind you. What do you see.”
“A Batmobile”
“How many?”
“Oh my god. Just one.”
“Yeah. If he’s been stealing Batmobiles, then where are they all?”
“I- I think you’re onto something. “
He shoots a glance to Dick, who is looking intensely back at us.
“So where has he been setting that stuff up all this time if it wasn’t here?”
“Like I said. Think back to when we first met. Where was he then?”
“No… You mean he’s… how could we not have noticed this was here this whole time!?”
“How else do you think he was meant to get in the Batcave when I first encountered him? Unless he was already there.”
“We can’t go back there.”
Tim looks around.
“Then we stay here. He’s already brought enough of the Batcave here to give us a full arsenal.”
“I still haven’t got a suit yet, Tim.”
Sir, I think you’ll find that there is more than enough here to make a new suit.
Tim listens to A.L.F.R.E.D’s words, and points out some stolen suits, left unfinished, and smiles at Dick and I.
“It looks like Bruce has most of the work cut out for us.”
We look at him and grin back.
“Time to get to work then.”
…
You know, Bruce really knew how to make a good suit. I flex my fingers, and sparks of electricity come out.
“A.L.F.R.E.D, give me a system diagnostic.”
What’s there to say, Sir? Technology is integrated, and all systems are running perfectly.
“Schway.”
Dick steps up, in a noticeably red suit. And nods at me.
“Looks like we’ve had a colour swap.”
“Looks like you just copied my homework.”
“What can I say? Your suit looked cool. Besides, Red was always my colour.”
He pulls out a pair of escrima sticks, pushes a button, and they extend – activating a bright red plasma. He hits them together, emitting a small spark, accompanied with a healthy “bzzzt”.
Tim looks on at us, admiring his handiwork.
“You could’ve had a cool new suit too, you know?”
“Let’s just get this over and done with.”
He taps a button on his glove, and a small projection, showing Azrael, appeared.
“I got this message 5 minutes ago, beckoning us to face him, and all that bull.”
We ignore the fact that he didn’t tell us immediately and begin to gather anything we might find useful. I mean, after all, Batman has gotta prepare for a battle to win.
Turning around, we find that Tim is already inside his Redbird, and gone. Dick tries to call after him, but there’s no use. He then runs over to the stolen Batmobile, but it doesn’t start.
“You know. Maybe Azrael just stole this to help decorate his cave?”
I walk over, and tap the fuel gage.
“Heh. It would’ve been nice if this one had some left in the tank. It’s not going to be fun running after them.”
We look at each other, sigh, get out of the car, and begin to sprint.
…
Arriving at the cave, I was expecting something grim, like the asylum. But instead I get… home.
No rubble. No bodies. No death.
No Tim either.
Dick breaks the silence
“You know. I was expecting to see Tim hanging over the manor.”
“Maybe he took Azrael down.”
We both exhale amusingly. But if Tim isn’t here… then, where is he?
Walking into the manor, Dick attempts some conversation.
“You know, Tim is a lot more skilled than he seems. He’s young, but he could even be a better Batman than any of us… given time.”
“I’m well aware. The Tim of my universe was a brilliant detective. I actually ran into him, in another universe, where he’d taken up the mantle of the Bat.”
“So Bruce is always dead? Wherever you go?”
Our footsteps echo through the halls of the manor, as we approach the entrance to the cave.
“Yeah. I don’t even know what I’m looking for. Answers? Bruce himself? I’ve watched entire worlds crumble under the strain of Bruce’s disappearance. And I know that I have to find a way to return him, otherwise… my home. Your home. Everywhere could face the same fate.
But I have nothing. Nothing but this.”
I pull out the strip of metal that other Tim gave me. Dick stares at it, with no hint of recognition on his face.
“What is it?”
“It’s from a bomb that appeared out of nowhere and killed the Bruce and Dick of one of the universes I visited. It’s the only lead I have.”
“Wow… I died too? Or… a version of me. I’ll admit, that’s pretty… schway.”
He grins at me. I’d spent all this time here, and I’d never really gotten to know the first version of Dick I’ve run into on my adventure.
“Well. Here we are.”
We come to the grandfather clock, torn off its hinges, exposing the entrance to the cave below. Nothing but darkness greets us, as we begin to descend.
…
The cave is a mess. An absolute mess. Would it kill Azrael to clean up after he visits a place, once in a while?
The lights are off. Illuminating the room, is a single strip of light, coming from a crack in the cave wall. A crack big enough for a person to fit through. A trail of blood continues on the floor, leading up to the crack. He was hiding in plain sight. It makes me wonder what other secrets and hiding places are in my cave. Without a word, Dick looks at me, nods, and we make our way towards the crack.
Beyond the crack, we find ourselves in another room. A Batcave, inside the Batcave. What Azrael managed to set up in here, makes the lair at the asylum look like a child’s playhouse.
In here, is the real asylum.
The first thing that caught my eye? Bane. Bane’s body, hooked up to a series of tubes and wires, having everything sucked out of it. Whatever is being sucked out, is mixed with a series of green liquids on a work bench – resulting in a glowing concoction. Also on the workbench, is a gun. To the right of Bane, is a row of a dozen tanks, all full of this green liquid. And inside these tanks? People. Or rather, the same person. He’s managed to clone someone. The psycho is cloning. Probably thinks himself as god, creating life and giving it to… whoever this person is.
“He’s cloning himself…”
Well, Dick answered the question for me. Thanks, Dick.
The missing Batmobiles are also here, along with probably everything else Azrael stole.
Three more Azrael suits sit near the workbench. One of them is the suit that resembles the one he was wearing earlier, no empty. Two more are almost identical, except for the colour scheme. Looks like he’s taken a cue from us, and made red the ‘in’ colour.
Behind the workbench, a holographic Batcomputer set up, technology beyond what I expected from this universe. Then again, they’re cloning over here.
And to the left of the bench… Tim.
Tim in a tank filled with the green stuff.
And he’s screaming. No sound comes from him. But he’s constantly screaming. Continuous bubbles of air escape from his mouth, as he attempts to express himself. He doesn’t even stop to breathe. Not that he can breathe. He should be dead right now, but he isn’t. Whatever is in the tank is keeping him alive.
I take a step towards the tank, whatever is going on can’t be good. Dick stops me.
“Terry. Don’t. Whatever is going on, can’t be good.”
“He’s right. Terry.”
One of the suits moves, the blue one, and steps up to meet us.
Azrael. Hiding in plain sight again.
Dick approaches the tank, with Tim in it. Azrael slowly walks over, clearly injured from out last fight, and stops him from getting closer.
“What are you doing to him?”
“Look around you Grayson. What does it look like. He shall be reborn and become a member of the Order of Saint Dumas.”
“You’re not cloning yourself… you’re turning people into you…”
He looks over at the green liquid.
“That’s not just venom. You’re turning it into leviathan.”
I’d heard of leviathan once. One of those mythological substances which give people superhuman abilities, altering their DNA. And if Azrael is effectively turning others into him, he’s infused the leviathan with his DNA. Compared to Leviathan, Venom and Titan are far tamer. No wonder Azrael has been so unstable, he’s been injecting himself with it.
Another voice joins in:
“Doesn’t matter what he’s doing. He’s a pig. And all pigs get taken to the slaughter.”
The owner of the voice, a small child, interrupts the fray. He jumps in front of the tank Tim is in, and brandishes a sword at Azrael.
“I am the son of the Batman. I have come to claim what is rightfully mine.”
The appearance of this child baffles me. Is this boy, this universe’s version of me?
“Ha. No child is worthy of the Bat. Only Azrael.”
He charges at Azrael, he’s brazen. I’m give him that. But the same thing happens to him, that has happened to everyone that has tried to charge at Azrael. He is tossed aside, and crashes into a computer. Azrael makes a roar of anger, and holds himself, still feeling the effects of the explosion. He’s weak. This should make this easy.
I go to meet him, but instead Dick steps up, activates his escrima and gets into stance.
“Ready for round two, big boy?”
Without a word, Azrael flings his limbs at Dick. Dick hasn’t got enough time in between throws to get any licks in, but he manages to dodge each attempt flawlessly. He’s going to try to tire Azrael out. Deep red stains start to appear in various places in his suit. He’s bleeding out. The fool, he’ll probably be the first to tire.
Azrael realises what is happening, takes a leviathan filled syringe and runs into another corner of the room. He’s smart, but buying time for him, is buying time for us too. Dick looks at me, as he chases after him, and shouts out:
“Check on the child!”
I nod, and run over to the boy. Let’s hope this one on one goes better this time.
I hear a yell come from across the room:
“You’re no Batman, pretender, you’re not even a Wayne!”
Clearly Dick has his own ideas of who should wear the mask. Speaking of, I pull off mine, and the child stares at me. Before Azrael can return, I blurt out the number one question on my mind.
“Who are you?”
“Does it matter, Impostor? I am the rightful heir to the mantle of the bat. Damian Wayne!”
He tries to get up, but his wounds are far too taxing on his body. This child can’t take a supercharged punch from a supervillain yet. It makes him mad that he can’t do anymore, he gives up and lays back down, nearing unconsciousness. But once he looks at my face, I get a different reaction from him.
“You’re not Bruce Wayne.”
“No. But I’m the best thing you’ve got.”
With the satisfaction that he’s fine, I turn to the battle happening behind me.
Dick has his escrima ready again. The plasma shines a bright crimson on his face.
“Let Tim go.”
“Or else?”
Azrael does have a point. What are we going to say? We’ll beat you up? We’re going to do that anyway.
“Doesn’t matter, he’s gonna be free any second. And you’ll be in a cell.”
“You’ll be in a grave, Grayson.”
The two of them go a few rounds, with Dick repelling Azrael with his electric bursts from the escrima, stumbling Azrael back, who moves back to the workbench. He puts the syringe into a small medical gun, and injects himself with the leviathan. Slag.
Dick charges at Azrael, expecting to make a final blow, but Azrael has gained his breath, and turns around instantly.
One leviathan charged punch, and Dick is down too.
Azrael lets out another roar, but this time of victory.
Oh no. He turns to me, ready to pound in my head with his drug induced rampage, his voice reaching points of anger I’ve never witnessed in my life:
“DIE DEMON. St. Dumas screams for your blood!”
This guy is really off his nut, and the leviathan is not helping at all.
He leaps unto the air, and I roll out of the way as he thunders down his fist into the floor. I’ve seen far too many people use this move. But the leviathan isn’t enough to keep him going, not in the state he’s in.
I activate the plasma on my own suit. Bright blue electricity emanates from my limbs. He comes at me with a furious fist, and I meet it with my own electrified punch. Sparks fly, and lightning strikes out from where we make contact. Each action creates a new light show. He’s getting tired, and needs a new tactic. He moves away, and I smell gas. I strike his gauntlet, and break his flame thrower. I’m not having any of that dirty play this time around.
He moves to the other gauntlet and shoots out small batarangs, which my suit’s electricity knocks out of the air.
I’m not in the mood for this, I target the points where blood is seeping through. Where I know he’s wounded and is weakest. With each point that I hit, he staggers and stops using that part of the body. He slows down as the leviathan’s effects begin to run out, and the blood starts to show in more areas of his suit. But his energy says otherwise, he’s still swinging at me. But in this state, it’s doing nothing. He’s far too weak physically and mentally to make any of the punches count. He’s finding it hard to dodge my punches, as I’m finding it easy to dodge his. Before long, he’s slowed down to a punch per second, then a punch every two seconds, then he stops punching altogether, and falls to his knees.
“Bruce Wayne was not worthy of the mantle of the Bat.”
He pulls off his helmet, and screams at me.
“YOU are not fit you be the Bat. Bruce Wayne failed in his post. And you in turn, failed Bruce Wayne! You’ll never be the Batman I am. I am the one true Batman. Batman lives… in me!”
“You’re wrong. I am Batman.”
I punch him, and he falls. The leviathan wears off, and his eyes return to a pale blue. He looks up at me, and begins to tremble.
“You… you’re right. You are Batman… I was too blind to see it. You have always been Batman.”
I look down upon him, forgivingly. And his eyes turn from that beautiful blue, to the vicious green again.
“But I will not give up this mantle! This city is full of filth, and it must be cleansed!”
He pulls out another syringe and lunges at me once more.
A gunshot is head, and Azrael drops. Dead.
Behind him stands an exhausted Damian, who falls to the ground, unconscious.
And Tim, freed from the tank, and holding a gun in his hand.
“Tim…”
I’m about to tell him it wasn’t right. But, we all knew it was the only true way to stop him. Tim slumps down, heavied by what he had just done. Dick rushes over to console him.
…
The Batcave is awfully silent. Though there’s no other way the atmosphere could be, granted what had just happened.
Sucks, being in a family of brooders. We’re all so damn good at it. Dick leans against the wall, with his arms crossed. He looks away into the distance, deep in thought.
Tim, with no apparent side effects from his dunk in the insane pool, clacks away at the Batcomputer, compiling all the information of this universe into my belt. A.L.F.R.E.D should be pleased, once he’s booted into a new suit. Looks like it’s back home for a quick stop. At least I’ll see Dana again. Dick walks over to me, and breaks the silence.
“So. What happens now? Gotham can’t handle life without a proper Batman. That much is clear. Who is Bruce’s successor, since you don’t exist in this universe?”
I glance over at the unconscious child, and then back at Dick.
“Look after him. I have a feeling he’s desperately going to need a father figure.”
I tap him lightly on the chest, and give him the cowl from the nearest batsuit.
“Tag. You’re it.”
Dick takes a moment to realise what has just happened, and accepts it. He moves over to Damian, picks him up, and takes him to the medical bay. Good man.
Tim steps forward, and gives me back my belt.
“What if we ever need you again, Terry? Not everyone is going to accept a new Batman, especially not after what happened with Azrael. What sort of idiot could think that Azrael would ever be Batman over Dick, or even myself anyway.”
We both have a small chuckle. He’s right. Who in their right mind would choose Azrael to replace Bruce?
“The fact remains, Terry. We’re gonna need a Batman. That Batman is you.”
“You know I can’t do that.”
“I do. Gotham needs a Batman.”
“I’m sure you’ll find one soon enough. But just in case, here.”
I throw him the interdimensional communicator.
“Tell Dick I said 'bye', yeah?.”
“Terry… thanks. For everything. I’m sorry you couldn’t find Bruce.”
This reminds me of my last encounter with the other Tim.
“I’m sorry you were dunked in a vat of crazy juice.”
He laughs, and I hook up my belt. Here’s hoping this works with this suit. I touch the central red button on my belt, and open up the dimension stream. A look of awe fills this version’s face as the swirling colours and bright lights hit him.
“I’m sure I’ll see you guys again.”
“I’m sure you will. We’re gonna need you.”
Without any more words, I leave for my next destination, sure in the knowledge that I’ll find myself back here again. My time here isn’t quite finished.
Epilogue.
Nanda Parbat.
Another rises from the pit. Greeted by the immortal himself.
A scream echoes through the halls, calmed only by The Demon’s voice:
“Your ‘father’ is dead.”
A scream stops. And turns into one word:
“Bruce…”
Substance abuse is perpetuated in many ways. Drugs are ingested, snorted, smoked, or injected. Injected drugs are liquids put into the body with a needle and syringe.
The drugs are either injected into a vein (intravenous or IV), the muscle (intramuscular) or just under the skin (subcutaneous). The World Health Organization (WHO) reports that as many as 16 million people around the world inject drugs. Injected drugs include:
Heroin
Methamphetamines
Cocaine
Prescription medications
With the exception of marijuana, almost all drugs can be injected, although heroin is likely the most common. Drugs that come in a tablet form, such as prescription medications, are first crushed into a powder and then dissolved in a liquid such as water before injecting. IV drug use is generally the most popular method of injected drug abuse and creates many health risks and concerns.
Skin infections are also common in IV drug users, and abusers may not know exactly what is in the drug they are injecting. For instance, one study reported in the British Journal for Dermatology discovered that in confiscated injected drugs, 89 percent of them were contaminated with pathogens and 68 percent of the street drug heroin contained multiple or various pathogens. Pathogens cause disease and the presence of these bacteria or fungi may lead IV drug users to develop skin abscesses or infections. Lack of proper sterilization techniques when using needles and syringes to inject drugs may also increase the risks for bacterial infections and diseases. Chronic IV drug use also creates vascular scarring, or “track marks,” which is a permanent and visible side effect of needle drug abuse.
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Candid street shot New Orleans.
Some of the ModCom I injected a few weeks ago at the workshop.
Due to finals, I haven't really had the time to degate and use more of these, but as you can see, rarely did i get them to inject completely.
While I injected that AK base sprue in the top right, that is Caleb's crazy contraption of a color. Haha.
Last final is tomorrow and then I'm freee(?) Might take a class over the summer on the weekend, but who knows. :#
Time to inject a little bright color back into my photostream.
This is the Pigeon Point Lighthouse, which I've photographed before (and in fact is how most people end up at my photostream, even months afterwards). I was down the coast on Sunday shooting through late afternoon and into sunset.
After shooting down at the rocks during the sunset most of the color seemed to fade from the sky I started making my way back to the car. At this point I noticed that the color and finally hit the clouds looking south, over the lighthouse. They looked lower in the sky than they were, so they lit up later than expected.
Since the sun was setting about 90° to the right I remembered that this was a prime opportunity to use a circular polarizer (which is most effective 90° off-axis from the sun). That caused the sky to darken and let the pink clouds come through. To balance the scene a little more I used a 2-stop ND Grad filter and let some of the bright green of the foreground come through too. I picked this specific spot because it had the most flowers blooming in the foreground.
I'm extremely happy with this shot and how much color could be achieved. I've uploaded the straight out-of-camera low-quality JPG just to emphasize that no post-processing tricks were used to boost the colors. (I'm overly defensive about using photoshop).
Now if only there was a way to make the lighthouse cast those amazingly cool beams of light all-year-around too.
Nikon D40 | Nikon 18-200VR@34mm | f/10 | 7.1s | ISO200 | Tripod
Injecting colour on the beach at Littlehampton.
These are rented out by the local council.
East Beach, Littlehampton
West Sussex
13th September 2018
20180913 2I8A 2499adj
A customized 1957 Chevrolet Corvette.
"Visually the 1957 model was a near-twin to 1956. Engine displacement increased to 283 cu in (4.6 L), fuel injection became optional and a 4-speed manual transmission was available after April 9, 1957. Wiki
New to Bolton Corporation as 262 and latterly Greater Manchester PTE 6762, this East Lancashire bodied Leyland Atlantean led a charmed second life with Kingswinford Fuel Injection Services as a mobile display unit.
It is seen at the UK Coach Rally at Brighton in April 1987.
I put these aside so that I would know what I injected and what I didn't. I injected all of these, plus some others.
Sorry for posting workshop photos so late, but I just have more time now! :) I'll actually post some cool figures and stuff soon, I promise...
What's your favorite from here?
Through the cutting at Conroy's Gap.
(1 of 3) Scott's MERCEDES BENZ 2653, with a mix of trailers.
(2 of 3) JL Transport KENWORTH K200.
(3 of 3) Berle Transport KENWORTH K200.
Goondah, New South Wales, Australia.
The wheel bug is poised to grab this honeybee. He will use his hooked legs to hold her and then impale the bee with his beak. The beak (rostrum) extends (folds out), impales and then injects toxin and digestive juices into prey. By reversing flow this beak then serves as a straw.
In this photograph the wheel bug's posture reminds me of Count Dracula trying to hypnotize a victim he plans to impale. It did not work as this time the bee escaped.
Rostrum: www.amentsoc.org/insects/glossary/terms/rostrum
The Wheel Bug Rap
Said (or sung) with a funky beat
Your nose is a hypodermic needle,
Your back has wings to fly,
Your legs have hooks to grasp your prey,
And hold them till they die.
(Chorus)
They call you wheel bug,
Cause your back is a wheel,
It's shape is kinda rough.
You're a real bug!
With wings, six legs,
And lots of other insect stuff.
Your head is shaped like two arrows,
Right On It ... a beak and three eyes,
With two feelers of red, you're a sight to dread!
Mr. Wheel Bug ... you're a scary guy.
(Chorus)
Your beak extends like a switch blade,
It's pointed and hollow and kills!
It's a real poison pen ... but there's more!
It's a straw to drink your meals.
(Chorus)
Wheel bug you're so ... prehistoric,
It's good you're only ... one inch long,
I'm glad you're a bug and I'm not one,
And that's the end of this song.
Link to the wheel bug rap: www.flickr.com/photos/drphotomoto/3002340775/
CLAAS XERION 5000 TRAC VC tractor with the KAWECO Double TwinShift 21m3 Slurry Tank + Bomech GreenStar Multiflex 12m injector
TATRA Phoenix 6x6 AgroTruck + Slurry Trailer 22m3
TATRA Phoenix 6x6 AgroTruck + Stapel Slurry Trailer 32m3
You can follow us:
No mercy for the bad if they want it
No mercy for the bad if they plead
No mercy for the bad if they need it
No mercy from me
Tell no truth an' tell no lies
Cross your heart and hope to die
Never give what you can't take back
Scratch like a cat
If you inject your venom
It'll be your last attack
No mercy for the bad if they want it
No mercy for the bad if they plead
No mercy for the bad if they need it
V.e.n.o.m.
Got no heart, no feel no pain
Take your soul and leave a stain
Come choose your victim
Take him by surprise
Go in hard and get him
Right between the eyes and
Inject the venom
Inject the venom, c'mon
Inject the venom
Inject it all
Stick it in
Stick it
Inject the venom
Massey Ferguson 8690 with the DODA DRAG 3m Slurry Injector
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Engineers just completed hot-fire testing with two 3-D printed rocket injectors. Certain features of the rocket components were designed to increase rocket engine performance. The injector mixed liquid oxygen and gaseous hydrogen together, which combusted at temperatures over 6,000 degrees Fahrenheit, producing more than 20,000 pounds of thrust.
The additive manufacturing process allowed rocket designers to create an injector with 40 individual spray elements, all printed as a single component rather than manufactured individually. The part was similar in size to injectors that power small rocket engines and similar in design to injectors for large engines, such as the RS-25 engine that will power NASA's Space Launch System (SLS) rocket, the heavy-lift, exploration class rocket under development to take humans beyond Earth orbit and to Mars.
Read more:
www.nasa.gov/press/2014/august/sparks-fly-as-nasa-pushes-...
Original image:
www.nasa.gov/sls/multimedia/gallery/sls-3d-injector-test....
Image credit: NASA/MSFC/David Olive
More about SLS:
More SLS graphics and concepts:
www.nasa.gov/exploration/systems/sls/multimedia/gallery/S...
Space Launch System Flickr album
www.flickr.com/photos/28634332@N05/sets/72157627559536895/
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Cut this mold in my basement and then hand injected it with ABS plastic.
Can anyone spot a few items that don't belong?
Ciboulette : "Je ne t'aime plus maman. Non seulement tu nous as enfermées et tu as laissé une méchante madame nous piquer dans le ventre avec une grande aiguille. Mais en plus tu l'as laissée dire que je suis grosse et lourde... c'est même pas vrai c'est ma LAINE qui est épaisse et LOURDE"
... et ce qu'elle ne sait pas c'est que la "méchante madame" revient dans 3 semaines pour une seconde injection !
Ciboulette : "I no longer love you mom. Not only did you shut us up and let you a nasty lady prick us in the belly with a large needle. But in addition you let her say I'm fat and heavy ... it's not even true, my WOOL is thick and HEAVY"
... and what she doesn't know, is that the "nasty lady" will come back in 3 weeks for a second injection!
Bonhams , les grandes marques du monde au Grand Palais 2019
Châssis N° 30837S111365
Moteur N° 3111365 F0305RF
•V8 culbuté à soupapes en tête, 327 cid (5 358 cm3)
•Injection mécanique Rochester
•arbre à cames à culbuteurs
•Rare et recherché modèle « Fuelie »
•360 ch à 6 000 tr/min
•Transmission manuelle à 4 rapports
•Suspension indépendante à ressorts hélicoïdaux
•Suspension arrière indépendante à ressort à lames transversal
•Freins à tambour aux quatre roues
Le directeur du style GM, Bill Mitchell, avait engagé Peter Brock et Larry Shinoda pour l'habiller d'une carrosserie Sting Ray spécifique et immédiatement reconnaissable. Avec une ceinture de caisse profondément marquée sous les ailes joliment courbées, elle avait des phares escamotables actionnés électriquement qui préservait ses qualités aérodynamiques.
doté du moteur à culbuteurs L84 327/360 ch, de la transmission manuelle à 4 rapports M20, des roues en alliage à blocage central, d'une radio AM à chercheur de fréquence et du différentiel Posi-Traction 3,73:1.
Le bloc moteur est estampillé des numéros de châssis et de moteur conformes à la configuration du 327/360 ch à injection mécanique Rochester alimentée en air par un collecteur d'admission Winters « snowflake » (un flocon est gravé dans la fonte).
Malgré un surcoût de 430,40 $, les clients de Corvette 1963 achetèrent 2 610 L84, soit 12,1% de la production totale de la Corvette 1963, en principe équipée de la transmission manuelle à 4 rapports facturée, elle, 180,30 $.
My Lego AK-47 Fuel Injector is now combined with a background from Counter-Strike in my first attempt at using Photoshop!
RM Sotheby's Paris 2017
Présentée pour la première fois au public à l'Exposition universelle de Montréal de 1967
châssis : AR 1426330
moteur : AR00564 02373
Moteur V8 de 200 ch, 2 593 cm3 à injection mécanique Spica, boîte manuelle à cinq vitesses, suspension indépendante à l'avant, essieu arrière dynamique à suspension à ressorts hélicoïdaux et freins à disque aux quatre roues. Empattement: 2 527 mm
The Lavochkin La-5 (Лавочкин Ла-5) was a Soviet fighter aircraft of World War II. It was a development and refinement of the LaGG-3 and was one of the Soviet Air Force's most capable types of warplane.
Development
The La-5's heritage began even before the outbreak of war, with the LaGG-1, a promising yet underpowered aircraft – turning a full circle, for example, took 20 seconds. The LaGG-3 was a modification of that design that attempted to correct this by both lightening the airframe and fitting a more powerful engine. Nevertheless, this was not enough, and the lack of power remained a significant problem.
In early 1942, two of the LaGG-1 and -3's designers, Semyon Lavochkin and Vladimir Gorbunov, attempted to correct this deficiency by experimentally fitting a LaGG-3 with the more powerful Shvetsov ASh-82 radial engine. Since the LaGG-3 was powered by an inline engine, they accomplished this by grafting on the nose section of a Sukhoi Su-2 (which used this engine). By now, the shortcomings of the LaGG-3 had caused Lavochkin to fall out of Joseph Stalin's favour, and factories previously assigned to LaGG-3 construction had been turned over to building the rival Yakovlev Yak-1 and Yak-7. The design work required to adapt the LaGG-3 to the new engine and still maintain the aircraft's balance was undertaken by Lavochkin in a small hut beside an airfield over the winter of 1941-1942, all completely unofficially.
When the prototype took flight in March, the result was extremely pleasing - the fighter finally had a powerplant that allowed it to perform as well in the air as it had been supposed to on paper. After flying, the LaG-5 (the change in name reflecting that one of the original LaGG designers was no longer with the programme), Air Force test pilots declared it superior to the Yak-7, and intensive flight tests began in April. After only a few weeks, the design was modified further, cutting down the rear fuselage to give the pilot better visibility.
By July, Stalin ordered maximum-rate production of the aircraft, now simply known as the La-5 and the conversion of any incomplete LaGG-3 airframes to the new configuration. The prototype was put in mass production almost immediately in factories located in Moscow and in the Yaroslav region. While still inferior to the best German fighters at high altitudes, the La-5 proved to be every bit their match closer to the ground. With most of the air combat over the Eastern Front taking place at altitudes of under 5,000 m (16,404 ft), the La-5 was very much in its element. Its rate of roll was excellent.
Further refinement of the aircraft involved a fuel-injected engine, further lightening of the aircraft, and fixed slats to improve all-round performance. This was designated the La-5FN and would become the definitive version of the aircraft. A full circle turn took 18–19 seconds. Altogether, 9,920 La-5s of all variants were built, including a number of dedicated trainer versions, designated La-5UTI. Several La-5s had three Berezin B-20 cannon installed in the nose capable of a salvo of 3.4 kg/s rounds. Further refinements of the aircraft would lead to the Lavochkin La-7.
A number of La-5s continued in the service of Eastern Bloc nations after the end of the war, including Czechoslovakia.
Flying the La-5
In the summer of 1943, a brand-new La-5 made a forced landing on a German airfield providing the Luftwaffe with an opportunity to test-fly the newest Soviet fighter. Test pilot Hans-Werner Lerche wrote a detailed report of his experience.[1] He particularly noted that the La-5FN excelled at altitudes below 3,000 m (9,843 ft) but suffered from short range and flight time of only 40 minutes at cruise engine power. All of the engine controls (throttle, mixture, propeller pitch, radiator and cowl flaps, and supercharger gearbox) had separate levers which served to distract the pilot during combat to make constant adjustments or risk suboptimal performance. For example, rapid acceleration required moving no less than six levers. In contrast, contemporary German aircraft, especially the BMW 801 radial-engined variants of the Focke-Wulf Fw 190 front line fighter, had largely automatic engine controls with the pilot operating a single lever and electromechanical devices, like the Kommandogerät pioneering engine computer on the radial-engined Fw 190s, making the appropriate adjustments. Due to airflow limitations, the engine boost system (Forsazh) could not be used above 2,000 m (6,562 ft). Stability in all axes was generally good. The authority of the ailerons was deemed exceptional but the rudder was insufficiently powerful at lower speeds. At speeds in excess of 600 km/h (370 mph), the forces on control surfaces became excessive. Horizontal turn time at 1,000 m (3,281 ft) and maximum engine power was 25 seconds.
In comparison with Luftwaffe fighters, the La-5FN was found to have a comparable top speed and acceleration at low altitude. It possessed a higher roll rate and a smaller turn radius than the Bf 109 and a better climb rate than the Fw 190A-8. The Bf 109 utilizing MW 50 had superior performance at all altitudes, and the Fw 190A-8 had better dive performance. Lerche's recommendations were to attempt to draw the La-5FN to higher altitudes, to escape attacks in a dive followed by a high-speed shallow climb, and to avoid prolonged turning engagements.
The La-5 had its defects. Perhaps the most serious being the thermal isolation of the engine, lack of ventilation in the cockpit, and a canopy that was impossible to open at speeds over 350 km/h. To make things worse, exhaust gas often entered in the cockpit due to poor insulation of the engine compartment. Consequently, pilots ignored orders and frequently flew with their canopies open.[2]
In general, Soviet pilots appreciated the La-5 as an effective fighter. "That was an excellent fighter with two cannons and a powerful air-cooled engine", recalled pilot Viktor M. Sinaisky. "The first La-5s from the Tbilisi factory were slightly inferior, while the last ones from the Gorki plant, which came to us from Ivanovo, were perfect. At first we received regular La-5s, but then we got new ones containing the ASh-82FN engine with direct injection of fuel into the cylinders. It was perfect. Everyone was in love with the La-5. it was easy to maintain too."[3] Nevertheless La-5 losses were high, the highest of all fighters in service in USSR, not considering those of the Yak-1. In 1941-45, VVS KA lost 2,591 La-5s, 73 in 1942, 1,460 in 1943, 825 the following year and 233 in 1945.
General characteristics
Crew: one pilot
Length: 8.67 m (28 ft 5.33 in)
Wingspan: 9.80 m (32 ft 1.75 in)
Height: 2.54 m (8 ft 4 in)
Wing area: 17.5 m² (188 ft²)
Empty weight: 2,605 kg (5,743 lb)
Loaded weight: 3,265 kg (7,198 lb)
Max. takeoff weight: 3,402 kg (7,500 lb)
Powerplant: 1 × Shvetsov ASh-82FN radial engine, 1,385 kW (1,850 hp)
Performance
Maximum speed: 648 km/h (403 mph)
Range: 765 km (475 miles)
Service ceiling: 11,000 m (36,089 ft)
Rate of climb: 16.7 m/s (3,280 ft/min)
Wing loading: 186 kg/m² (38 lb/ft²)
Power/mass: 0.42 kW/kg (0.26 hp/lb)
Armament
2 × 20 mm ShVAK cannons, 200 rpg
2 × bombs up to 100 kg (220 lb) each
Technique: I injected artificial nectar into an Eggplant flower so the bumblebee would have a reason to let me get close. I'm holding on to the flower's stem with my left index finger and thumb, and resting the lens on that same hand to keep everything steady. The color is due to the quality of the light (I didn't have to push the saturation in post).
Tech Specs: Canon 70D (F11, 1/125, ISO 200) + a Canon EF-S 60mm macro lens with 25mm of extension + a diffused MT-24EX (flash head "A" set as the key and "B" as the fill). This is a single, uncropped, frame taken hand held. Camera set so that I could use natural light to expose the sky in the background, with the short duration of the flash freezing subject motion.
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