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Private Rocketplane Test A Success

michael posted about 13 years ago | from the x-prize-or-darwin-award-whichever-comes-first dept.

Space 283

HobbySpacer writes: "XCOR announced the success of the first phase of flight tests for the EZ-Rocket. In the most recent flight, Dick Rutan fired both of its rocket engines to take off and reach a speed of 160knots and an altitude of 6200 feet. The vehicle is a Long-EZ kit plane modified to hold twin 400 lb thrust rocket engines fueled by isopropyl alcohol and liquid oxygen. The project is not aimed at a homebuilt EZ-Rocket but will demonstrate safe and reliable rocket propulsion. The primary goal is development of reusable launch technology that leads next to a high altitude sub-orbital rocket vehicle for space tourism, rocket racing (e.g. vertical drag racing at air shows) and the X-Prize competition."

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fp (-1, Offtopic)

Anonymous Coward | about 13 years ago | (#2390789)

french toast!

Re:fp (0)

Anonymous Coward | about 13 years ago | (#2390801)

Congratulations, sir. You are a credit to the name Anonymous Coward, bringing much glory to your fellow AC.

- The AC Avenger

Re:fp (0)

Anonymous Coward | about 13 years ago | (#2390811)

Thanks. I'm not often presented with the opportunity, and i'm always terrified that someone else will race in while i'm typing.

Since the lameness filter doesn't let you actually say "first post", i've been trying to come up with alternates. I'm kinda proud of "french toast", but i could use a new one.

Suggestions?

Re:fp (-1, Offtopic)

Anonymous Coward | about 13 years ago | (#2390830)

I like Robert Frost because he is a 31337 haXX0R! I name all my fps after Rober Frost or a goat, or sometimes both.

Re:fp (0)

Anonymous Coward | about 13 years ago | (#2390875)

Personally, I simply like to claim the post in the name of ACs everywhere.

Alternately, you could keep a repository of short stories, ala the venerable osm, in a text file, and cut and paste it into your first post for our amusement.

HTH!

- The AC Avenger

Suggestion... (-1)

Pinus Tarballs (453704) | about 13 years ago | (#2390959)

How about: GO SWALLOW DRANO YOU PUSTULENT AC COOZEWART!!!

Please let me know if I spelled "pustulent" wrong. Thanks!

CYBORG MONK3Y IS A LAME DICK LICKER! (-1, Flamebait)

Anonymous Coward | about 13 years ago | (#2390809)

yes and he also likes to look at goatse.cx. Please bite my ass now.

Re:CYBORG MONK3Y IS A LAME DICK LICKER! (0)

Anonymous Coward | about 13 years ago | (#2390870)

Hey, don't vandalize my first post. This isn't a fucking billboard, man. I didn't invite everyone to fucking post their own personal vendettas. If you don't like Cyborg Monkey, take it up on your own time, in your own fucking thread.

Cunt.

Re:CYBORG MONK3Y IS A LAME DICK LICKER! (-1)

Fecal Troll Matter (445929) | about 13 years ago | (#2390887)

Cyborg who?

This is a fucking billboard, man. It's my fucking billboard, so YOU fuck off.

Fucknard.

1st post (-1, Offtopic)

pagercam (309749) | about 13 years ago | (#2390790)

1st post finally

Re:1st post (-1, Offtopic)

Anonymous Coward | about 13 years ago | (#2390820)

Please bite my ass now.

Re:1st post (-1, Offtopic)

Anonymous Coward | about 13 years ago | (#2390835)

Heh heh.. Loser.

I AM TEH LLAMA POOPERZ!!!11!1!!1!!!L OLOLOLOL!O!!L (-1, Offtopic)

Anonymous Coward | about 13 years ago | (#2390906)

Hemos and JonKatz made their way into the lab where the animal experiments were conducted. A cute, fuzzy rabbit had caught their eye...

The evil duo quickly subdued the little lab rabbit. They strapped the now helpless animal's head to the sex table with hot leather. JonKatz had the urge, and removed his pants, which were now buldging. After slipping off his briefs, JonKatz tightly fastened the leather straps and was ready to begin.......

JonKatz began to "grease up". Shoving endless amounts of vaseline and baby oil all around the rabbit's ass, he slid his purple head firmly into the rabbit's tight asshole. Even though the rabbit was slightly unconscious, screams of pain were constanly being emmited. Hemos reached for the chain whip and smacked the rabbit's soft nose until its face was soaked with blood. Now, with the rabbits head drooped over the edge of the table, JonKatz continued his sex hunt. His now tingling cock was pushed deeper and deeper through the thick layers of skin which covered the bowel tract. Five, six, seven, then finally all eight and 3/4 inches were plunged deep within the animal's love canal.

JonKatz's manhood tingled with every slight movement of the now half alive rabbit. He began rhythmically sliding in and out, moaning with pleasure on every thrust. JonKatz worked himself into a hot orgasm. The blood, now coming steadily out of the rabbit's ass with every thrust of JonKatz's pelvis, could be heard dripping on the floor. JonKatz's rate increased and with a final push, he spurted creamy white love gel far up into the rabbit's bleeding ass.

The blood and cum mixed together on the floor, which had now accumulated a large puddle. Unknown to JonKatz, the semen had acted as a powerful enemma for the rabbit and out ushered the contents of its intestine. The stool was loose and soft. It fell to the ground with a soft thud and broke into small pieces. The obnoxious smell caught JonKatz's attention, and no sooner had he fallen to the ground and began licking the large puddle of blood, sperm, and stool. Exited at JonKatz's enthusiasm, Hemos dropped to his knees and also began to slurp the foul mixture.

After cleaning the floor with their tongues, JonKatz and Hemos checked on the battered lab rabbit. It was barely able to hold its head up, as it had lost control of most of its motor fuctions. Feeling no pity for this sexually mistreated animal, they unstrapped it and tossed it across the room, only to make a loud and deep thud against the wall. Its blood soaked fur left spatters of red stains everywhere it touched. Hemos reached for his chain whip, while JonKatz grabbed a pair of rusty hedge clippers (one of the many torture devices carried around for "convenience"). They made their way over to the rabbit. The rabbit was struggling for every last bit of air it could, just gasping and wheezing.

"Awwwww. Poor little thing," Hemos maniacally laughed. He raised his arm and thrust the cold metal whip down, exposing the rabbit's bloody flesh. He kept whacking and whacking at the furry bag of blood. Then, when Hemos stopped to catch his breath, JonKatz stepped over with his rusty hedge clippers. He knelt over the rabbit who was knocking loudly on death's door. JonKatz took a quick glance at the clippers, grinned, and then thrust them deep into the body of the rabbit, obviously hitting many arteries. As the blood squirted into JonKatz's face he moved the clippers around in hopes to find a thick bone to crunch. "Aha! The femur!" he yelled out with excitement. JonKatz wedged the clippers against the bone. He opened them wide......then closed down on them with all his might. The bone could be heard deep inside the rabbit, being mutilated. Death had glazed the bunny's eyes.

The rabbit lay dead, a bloody mess on the floor. Its bodily fluids freely surged across the tiled floor. Then with a look of extreme satisfaction, both JonKatz and Hemos lit up some smokes, gathered their belongings and quietly left the hospital grounds, knowing with confidence that they would strike again, somewhere, soon.

Re:I AM TEH LLAMA POOPERZ!!!11!1!!1!!!L OLOLOLOL!O (-1)

Fecal Troll Matter (445929) | about 13 years ago | (#2390915)

Dude, that's horrible, and totally plagiarism. I read that text years ago, you just substituted 2 queers for 2 more. I spit upon you.

Last Post. (-1, Offtopic)

Anonymous Coward | about 13 years ago | (#2390791)

Last Post.

If you post after this, you will die.

Re:Last Post. (-1, Offtopic)

Anonymous Coward | about 13 years ago | (#2390797)

i am interested in this service you provide. please arrange for me to die at your earliest convenience.

Re:Last Post. (-1, Offtopic)

Anonymous Coward | about 13 years ago | (#2390812)

Very well. The proper authorities have been notified.

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last post? (-1)

medicthree (125112) | about 13 years ago | (#2390793)

how long will it take before posting after your last post and my dying?

Re:last post? (-1, Offtopic)

Anonymous Coward | about 13 years ago | (#2390802)

It varies greatly. On occasion, last-post-rule-breakers may live another 70 years. Of course, you might choke on a bone tomorrow. You never know. On average, you would have 1 week. Watch out! I warned you!!!

Re:last post? (-1)

medicthree (125112) | about 13 years ago | (#2390815)

alright, thanks for the heads up.

Rocket Racing! (0, Redundant)

ragnarok (6947) | about 13 years ago | (#2390794)

I think Rocket Racing may very well be the coolest thing I've ever heard of.

Re:Rocket Racing! (1)

sporty (27564) | about 13 years ago | (#2390803)

Until rockets collide. Ack, that sounds like it could be the next PowerMan 5000 song :) (/joke)

Re:Rocket Racing! (-1, Flamebait)

Anonymous Coward | about 13 years ago | (#2390804)

please bite my hairy ass.

Re:Rocket Racing! (0)

bartok (111886) | about 13 years ago | (#2390868)

Not for the environement though. Rockets polute the air *A LOT*

Re:Rocket Racing! (0)

Anonymous Coward | about 13 years ago | (#2390876)

The environment is irrelevant. In 20 years all the important people will be living off Earth anyways so we won't have to worry about the environment ever again.

Re:Rocket Racing! (-1)

Trollificus (253741) | about 13 years ago | (#2390995)

Ahem.. We?
Who invited you?

Re:Rocket Racing! (1)

canadian_right (410687) | about 13 years ago | (#2391039)

LOX and alcohol has neglible polution. The shuttles powdered aluminum boosters aren't too clean, but the LOX/LH main rocket is very clean.

How clean a rocket is depends on the fuel, its silly to state that all rockets pollute.

Re:Rocket Racing! (2, Interesting)

Spootnik (518145) | about 13 years ago | (#2390893)

XCOR is doing it just right. I've always felt that the way to space is paved with a market - a REAL market not platimum mining fairy tales - a small group, and a small, non-gold plated start. Equipment that's simple, tough, reliable, not cutting edge.

I'll bet there is a market for Me-163 and X-1 replicas. Maybe not a huge market but a market nevertheless.

There was a business in Texas building Me-262 replicas, full size, exact in the airframe but using modern engines and avionics. They had orders in hand, deposits, and airframes well under way. I stopped following them some time ago and don't know if they delivered: last I heard there were problems.

Get more people flying rockets - even if it's in the atmosphere at subsonic speeds - and you've taken the first crucial step.

Congratulations to XCOR! Smart, hard working, visionary people.

Re:Rocket Racing! (2)

psych031337 (449156) | about 13 years ago | (#2391036)

Get more people flying rockets - even if it's in the atmosphere at subsonic speeds - and you've taken the first crucial step.

The first crucial step to what ? More mindless resource burning ?

When I hear "vertical drag racing" I tend to choke. What exactly is good in that ?

If you want progress, go for old-fashioned horizontal drag-racing using electrical engines and suitable batteries. This might have an impact on technology advances in a sector that might essentially help save the planet by using different resources.

If you want more progress on old-fashioned combustion engines create a car-racing formula that essentially bases on getting the race done with a limited amount of fuel. This might boost engine efficiency.

Nobody is doing this right now. At least not to a commercially usable level. It just not where the money lurks.

Disclaimer: I am not a tree-hugger. I just think we don't need Formula1 teams with 800hp cars, that talk about "doing research for the cars on the road in 10 years". We don't need developing drag race technology that will never see any commercial use. And we certainly don't need vertical drag racing, as it is just old technology in the hands of the masses.

Re:Rocket Racing! (-1, Troll)

Anonymous Coward | about 13 years ago | (#2390940)

How many World Trade Centers could be targeted with this puppy? Or nuclear reactors? Or hospitals? Does it have a special anthrax bay? How about a dusting mechanism for the Black Death? That's what it really needs!

Re:Rocket Racing! (0)

Anonymous Coward | about 13 years ago | (#2390980)

Of course this is a Troll...

Next time? +1

Poopie!!

Re:Rocket Racing! (3, Funny)

Kris_J (10111) | about 13 years ago | (#2391024)

And next season on Junkyard Wars two teams will have 10 hours to build their own Rocket Racers! (While the American host wanders around mispronouncing "pumpkin".)

Another application (-1, Offtopic)

Anonymous Coward | about 13 years ago | (#2390795)

EZ Darwin (TM)

Take that you postercomment lame thing.

Emad: the Morning After (-1)

TRoLLaXoR (181585) | about 13 years ago | (#2390798)

Emad had been laying awake for about two hours. It was 10:00 AM and he had already missed two classes: Remedial Operating Systems / Linux 101 and Diversity & Tolerance. Had Emad been totally awake he would have groaned. Today's Diversity & Tolerance class was teaching how to put condoms on erect penises, something right up Emad's alley. Well, at least the erect penis part; he knew nothing about condoms.

Slowly, Emad lumbered out of bed. His joints ached. His head throbbed. What had happened the night before? He could feel dried feces in his pants and was pretty sure his asshole was ripped wide-- Oh! He remembered a little too suddenly as he almost tripped over a pile of spent whippits, several beer bottles, and a giant black 96" oil-filled dildo. Mounted on a chainsaw engine. He had had Michael Sims and CmdrTaco over last night for a "few cold ones" but it seemed that, par for the course, they had all ended up sharing a "few hots ones," ones being a quite more acceptable word for gay fucks.

Emad made his way to the bathroom, and moaned. It was in complete disarray. The sink was filled with congealed diarrhea, the floor was sticky with drying piss, and the bathtub looked like a long-neglected water trough on a pig farm. It would take Emad hours to clean this mess. He tried hard to ignore the stench as he sauntered toward the toilet. Didn't Taco and Sims respect anything? Emad gave so much to them and their cause.

Upon opening the lid on his broken toilet he saw the special gift Taco had left for him: an inhumanly giant turd. It had to be at least a foot and a half in length! Taco had been planning this one, as he saw unchewed peas, corn, and peanuts (honey-roasted and Spanish, as far as he could tell) that all told the story of Rob Malda's special dinner the night before. The monster turd curled around the inside of his toilet. Not wanting to let Rob Malda's magical ass-gift go to waste, Emad reached inside the toilet and gently grasped the brown meat.

Moaning, Emad began devouring the slimy but firm stool. He tasted the honey on the peanuts; he felt the peas pop as he chewed through the delicious crap-worm. His cock immediately sprang to life as he chomped down another fourth and then fifth of this mutant ass-birth. Could life get any better? Down to the last bit of his meal, he gagged and coughed. Taco had been eating bubble gum as well! Needed to wash it all down quickly, emad yanked his tiny Iranian dick and aimed upward. He pissed, and pissed hard, catching the golden rain in his mouth. After what seemed like a painful eternity, his bladder was empty of, and his mouth washed clean by, Aunt Jack's Special Lemonade.

Re:Emad: the Morning After (-1)

Fecal Troll Matter (445929) | about 13 years ago | (#2390907)

Did you troll around with Penis Fish Guy, or am I thinking of another shitfaced troll?

Re:Emad: the Morning After (-1)

TRoLLaXoR (181585) | about 13 years ago | (#2390916)

look at my luser number.

i'v ebeen troling around since then. (spring 2000)

greetings

Re:Emad: the Morning After (-1)

Fecal Troll Matter (445929) | about 13 years ago | (#2390922)

Greetings to you, fellow troll. May the God and Goddess bestow good luck upon you.

This is the lamest post! (-1)

Anonymous Coward | about 13 years ago | (#2390799)

This is the lamest post and I am lamer than all of you!

Pointless (3, Insightful)

kin_korn_karn (466864) | about 13 years ago | (#2390800)

Rockets are the most inefficient method of propulsion that's still in use, a better goal would be figuring out an entirely new propulsion system that could apply to everything. Speaking of which, what's the latest on Ginger?

And furthermore, who cares about "vertical drag racing"? Drag racing cars is fun because it's something everyone can relate to. Very, very few people can relate to racing rockets.

Re:Pointless (0)

Anonymous Coward | about 13 years ago | (#2390832)

It is improbable that such a propulsion device is impossible.

For a start I suggest that you brew an extra strong cup of tea.

Two super powers related to the last rocket development race in the last century. I'm going to buy some stock in Lipton and Salada tomorrow.

Re:Pointless (1)

grammar nazi (197303) | about 13 years ago | (#2390983)

Is it infinitely improbable? Because then I can feed the information into the infinite improbability drive and end up anywhere in the universe.

If it is only finitely improbable, well, then it isn't improbable enough.

Sigh... I miss Douglass Adams. </tear to eye>

Re:Pointless (1)

The Panther! (448321) | about 13 years ago | (#2390969)

Actually, a ram jet is worse....

Wait a sec (1, Troll)

British (51765) | about 13 years ago | (#2390808)

"isopropyl alcohol and liquid oxygen. "

Wait a minute, what did the Nazis use for rocket fuel for the Me. 163 Komet? Wasn't one of the components pure hydrogen peroxide, making it VERY dangerous to work with?

I dunno ,EZ-Rocket doesn't sound too safe to me. Nor does "Nuclear Reactor In a Box"

What does hydrogen peroxide have to do with it? (1)

Nindalf (526257) | about 13 years ago | (#2390838)

They're using rubbing alcohol and liquid oxygen. Despite the fact that low-concentration hydrogen peroxide might be on your bathroom shelf beside the isopropyl alcohol, they are entirely different chemicals.

Re:Wait a sec (2, Funny)

corebreech (469871) | about 13 years ago | (#2390844)

I'm sure bin Laden has one on order.

Re:Wait a sec (4, Insightful)

Gorobei (127755) | about 13 years ago | (#2390866)

H2O2 is a walk in the park compared to liquid O2. Both are quite nasty, but people usually survive a dousing in 95% hydrogen peroxide: yes, you are porcelain white for a few weeks, but you live. That assumes you have a decent shower on-site (think water-tower, not hose-pipe.) O2 accidents of similar magnitude kill you: cryogenic freezing, plus O2 mixes with organics to form pressure-sensitive explosive slush.


LOX eats through bad rocket elements (e.g. below spec piping and valves) much faster than H2O2, and the low temp makes valve sticking and thermal mismatch failures much more likely.


To get equivalent safety, working with LOX will cost 10 times as much.

Re:Wait a sec (1)

caldodge (1152) | about 13 years ago | (#2390984)

Actually, I believe the fuel was the big problem, rather than the oxidizer (a major fuel ingredient was hydrazine hydrate).



And anyway, the EZ-Rocket DOESN'T use hydrogen peroxide, so your comment isn't really relevant to its engine.


Check out the Smithsonian's web page [nasm.edu] for some info.

Some People Shouldn't Have Kids (3, Funny)

ekrout (139379) | about 13 years ago | (#2390814)

In the most recent flight, Dick Rutan fired both of its rocket engines to take off and reach a speed of 160knots and an altitude of 6200 feet.

If your last name was Rutan (read "Rootin'"), you should not name your kid Richard (or encourage the nickname Dick!). This is common sense.

Thankfully, Bart & Lisa's prank calls to Moe on The Simpsons should discourage future "Hugh Jass"s, "Ivana Tinkles"s, and "I.P. Freely"s.

Re:Some People Shouldn't Have Kids (1)

Silver222 (452093) | about 13 years ago | (#2390928)

You forgot the always popular "Mike Hunt". :)

Re:Some People Shouldn't Have Kids (0)

Anonymous Coward | about 13 years ago | (#2391013)

somebody in my phonebook from back home had "Haywood Jablowme" registered... it was great

Re:Some People Shouldn't Have Kids (3, Funny)

unitron (5733) | about 13 years ago | (#2390958)

He pronounces it Roo-tan.

What about Nascar's unfortunately named Dick Trickle? Maybe his parents were operating on the "Boy Named Sue" theory.

Rocket racing may be the "killer app". (4, Insightful)

Nindalf (526257) | about 13 years ago | (#2390818)

Think of how much money goes into car racing. Rocket racing would be an incredible spectacle.

This could easily lead to full funding for the transitional stage of private rocketry before the obvious profit potentials of orbital flight.

Corporate sponsorship (2)

Alien54 (180860) | about 13 years ago | (#2390823)

Once this gets going, I can see corporate sponsorship coming in, in a big way. Sort of like what we see in auto racing right now.

The visions of certain very big companies influencing the designs and the paint jobs of the rockets inspires scary visions.

never mind the obvious upgrades on jokes like "If company X designed ABC"

WTC Truth! (-1, Troll)

Anonymous Coward | about 13 years ago | (#2390824)

You know what happened Sept. 11.

4000 Jews stayed away.

Mossad wants to destroy America!!!

See the proof here [allahhatesjews.com] !!!

mod this down, and the parent (0)

Anonymous Coward | about 13 years ago | (#2390858)

The Jews did not "stay away". Dig a little deeper and you'll see it too. Stop spreading misinformation.

Re:mod this down, and the parent (0)

Anonymous Coward | about 13 years ago | (#2390869)

All the servants of Allah tell us this is true. Why would they lie?

Re:WTC Truth! (-1, Flamebait)

Anonymous Coward | about 13 years ago | (#2390999)

I cannot route to that web site at work. I believe this is because my corporation is run by Jews.

However, having readthis at home, I feel enlightened about the evil machinations of the Jews.

Rocket Racing? (2, Insightful)

Millyways (262662) | about 13 years ago | (#2390825)

Is it just me or does anyone else think that pushing the limits of rocket design technology at public airshows might not be in the best interests of public safty?

In conventional top fuel drag racing when things go wrong which they often do it can often result in part flying off 100's of meters into the air. Dragsters by their very nature are stressed to the limits of their durability, in order to get that little bit faster than the next guy.

I don't think we want distasters reminisant of the challenger disaster happening at airshows before we decide this is a bad idea.

Re:Rocket Racing? (3, Interesting)

Alien54 (180860) | about 13 years ago | (#2390842)

Is it just me or does anyone else think that pushing the limits of rocket design technology at public airshows might not be in the best interests of public safty?

The best thing would be a one way run away from a crowd, say out into a desert.

Just make sure the chutes do not fail.

Sound like something that could be cool out in a place like Death Valley.

Unit conversions (3, Informative)

metricman (265010) | about 13 years ago | (#2390826)

160knots = 296 km/h
6200 feet = 1890m
400 lb = 1779N

A cool feature for slashcode would be automatic unit conversions.

more conversions (0)

Anonymous Coward | about 13 years ago | (#2390860)

900 fathoms = 327.27 rods
120 gallons (UK) = 545.5 liters
16 weeks (SE) = 4,838,400 seconds
25 slugs = .3648 tonnes
12 Calories = .013956 kiloWatt hours
8000 atmospheres = 81,060,000 Pa (NZ)

Re:Unit conversions (1)

jandrese (485) | about 13 years ago | (#2390871)

Congratulations! You're qualified to work at NASA.

Don't you mean... (1)

Nindalf (526257) | about 13 years ago | (#2390930)

overqualified?

Re:Unit conversions (2)

os2fan (254461) | about 13 years ago | (#2391037)

Please get the units right. These are measures quoted in the article, rended into the confusing metrics, for people insisting on using that system.

160 knots = 160.1023 knots (metric)
6200 ft = 1889.76 m.
400 lb = 1.779 kN.

Areal and nautical speeds are measured in knots, not miles per hour, or km/h or cms. Force of engines is measured in kilonewtons, not newtons.

But what would you convert the units into? Metric, or regular.

The whole idea of metric is that we should put all of our eggs in the one basket, so that people with certian brain defects would not be able to understand it. I found little logical in it to understand what people see so wonderful in it, and I have studied it for thirty years now.

Facking bored (-1, Offtopic)

Anonymous Coward | about 13 years ago | (#2390829)

Jesus H Christ I am so bored. Somebody post some porno for my amusement. Now. This instant.

Re:Facking bored (-1, Offtopic)

Anonymous Coward | about 13 years ago | (#2390834)

Here follows the ULTIMATE in porn. You will come all over yourself when you read it:

goat

Re:Facking bored (-1)

Fecal Troll Matter (445929) | about 13 years ago | (#2390899)

http://poopsex.com

Mmm, poooooop...

YOU BIG BABY (-1)

Pinus Tarballs (453704) | about 13 years ago | (#2390953)

You know perfectly well how to get your own porn... Ohhhh, alright, just this once:

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Petra skillfully wove through traffic on their way to Hidden Trails Ranch, where both she and Angie stabled their horses. "Great day to ride, huh," commented Petra?!? Angie rolled her eyes and replied, "It's okay now Pete, you don't hafta keep trying to sell me, I'm going with ya!" "Okay, okay," Petra responded, trying her best to sound a little hurt, "I was just making conversation!!!" Before Angie could answer her friend's little barb, Petra was pulling up to the main gate of the stable, and inserting her pass key into the automatic gate opener. Once inside and parked, the two women strolled over to the tack room, checked in, and had a stable boy start getting their horses ready. While they were waiting, they went into the locker room and changed into their riding clothes.

Ten minutes later they were standing next to their horses, and waited until Jack, the stable hand, would give them a lift onto the saddle. Everything seemed normal enough, with women riding in and out of the barn, stable hands saddling and unsaddling horses, five gallon buckets of oats lined up against the wall for feeding, as well as a plethora of other equine related activities going on at the same time, but if you looked closer, however, several things seemed a out of the ordinary. Number one, there were no males riding the horses, only women. Number two, all positions of authority were held by women, with only the menial and physically demanding jobs filled by men. And last but not least, it was the saddles, you had to look at the saddles to figure out what was going on here! On each saddle was phallic like protrusion where the riders crotch would normally sit, the length of which varied from saddle to saddle! Angie lifted her leg as Jack hoisted her up, but instead of plopping down hard, Angie stood up in the stirrups while Jack reached up between her legs, found the opening in the crotch of her pants, stuck his fingers inside, fingered Angie's pussy for a second or two, just to get it lubricated, and then, while holding her lips open with his fingers, guided her down onto the six inch leather spike that sprung from the saddle seat! As Angie settled down, Jack asked, "Is that all right Miss Angie!?!" "Mmmmm, yes," Angie gasped, as her pussy formed tightly around the thick protrusion!!! Next it was Petra's turn, the only difference being, was that her saddle had and eight incher rather than a six! Each woman decided how long and thick she wanted her satisfier, some opting for huge, while others only wanted to be teased, so they went for a much smaller version!!! The two women turned their horses around and headed off towards one of the many trails that crisscrossed the property, while Jack yelled after them, "Have a nice ride, ladies!!!"

The horses settled into an easy gait and both Angie and Petra rode in silence as the rocking motion of the saddle was transferred directly into the leather studs that were buried in their pussies!!! Both women began to breath shallowly as the steady back and forth movement drove them towards orgasm!!! In a way it was almost like Chinese water torture, tiny increments of motion, none of which alone would were even noticeable, but combined together, were as powerful as any pecker either woman had ever had!!! "Glad you came, Ang," Petra panted!?! "Uhh, yeah," Angie gasped, "I haven't cum in over a week!!!" "I'm close," Petra moaned, "are you?!?" "Oh, my," Angie gasped, "I'm so fucking close, I can hardly stand it, I'm going to make him gallop and drive it in harder!!!" "No, wait," begged Petra, "make it last, you know it's always better when you make it last!!!" "I-I can't," a now distressed Angie replied, "its rubbing on my clit so slowly I can't take it anymore," and with a crack of her riding crop on the flank of her horse, she tore off ahead of Petra!!! In less than six strides, Angie's vagina was be torn apart by an incredible orgasm, as she bounced up and down on the hard saddle cock!!! All it took to throw her over the edge, was harder and more direct contact against her erect clit, and the hard galloping horse provided that and a whole lot more!!! Petra, on the other hand, held her ground, however, and decided to let the torturously slow motion of the walking horse push her inexorably to her climax! The only noise to be heard was the quiet clip clop of the horses hooves on the hard trail, until all at once, Petra let out a low moan that grew into a loud groan!!! Her orgasm filled every inch of her body, causing her to double over in her saddle, and holding on for dear life!!!

The two women hooked up again, and rode over to a special clearing, that was concealed from any passing traffic outside of the stable grounds. As they approached it, they could see that there were maybe ten other ladies on horseback, formed in a circle and just sitting quietly. Angie and Petra sidled up to the group and took their places in the circle while all around them, there were woman in various stages of sexual excitement, some of them, in fact, were having orgasms in front of everyone there!!! The thick saddle cocks had a lot to do with it, that's for sure, but what was turning them on so, was a show being put on in the middle of the horse ring!!! There on several blankets, were three young teenage boys, eighteen to nineteen years old, with huge cocks, masturbating slowly for the middle aged women sitting on their horses!!! "Jesus," whispered Petra, "the dark haired one has a horse cock of his own, how big do you think he is!?!" "At least ten inches," Angie said softly, while at the same time grinding her pussy onto her hard saddle cock!!!" Petra couldn't help but look around at all the other women who were intently watching the young men jerking their hard peckers. It was an amazing scene, women ranging in age from thirty five to sixty, were calmly masturbating in full view of everyone else, and acting as if nothing were out of the ordinary!!! All of the women tried to time there orgasm with the ejaculation of one of the boys, so when one of them finally spurted his seed all over his belly, about a third of the ladies convulsed with orgasms of their own!!! As the other two lads shot there loads, the other ladies too had there climaxes, and everyone left the clearing and headed back to the barn!

As each lady alit from her steed, every saddle cock was drenched with the juices of its rider! Again, the women relied on Jack, the head stable hand, to gently daub their now sore pussies with a damp cloth, before sending them on their way back to the locker room!

"God, that was good," Petra sighed, as she stepped under the hot needles streaming from her shower head! "Oh yeah," Angie replied, while luxuriating under the pulsating water jets! All around them women of various shapes and sizes were all showering up, with many of them taking turns soaping each other's backs and of course their genitals! It usually didn't take long before one of the women would slip to the floor and begin tonguing the vagina of another rider, and in this case, a thin small breasted woman was eating out the hairy pussy of a slightly chubby huge breasted blonde!!! When all at once the chubby lady moaned a hard orgasm, everyone in the shower gave her an ovation!!! Sheepishly she looked around the room and exclaimed, "I guess I really needed it today!!!" Everyone got a real chuckle out of that, since she probably had three or four climaxes while riding her horse!!! While the were dressing, Angie commented, "Hey, Pete, will ya look at that!!!" What Angie was referring to was a lactating woman who was nursing a younger woman like she was a baby!!! Petra just shook her head and replied, "Ya never know what you'll see at the Hidden Trail Ranch!!!

THE END

R0B3R7 FR0$7 P0$7! (-1, Troll)

Anonymous Coward | about 13 years ago | (#2390846)

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Zefram Cochrane first flight. (1)

BrookHarty (9119) | about 13 years ago | (#2390849)

lol, so when are the Vulcans going to land!

Re:Zefram Cochrane first flight. (0)

Anonymous Coward | about 13 years ago | (#2391016)

hey, thats funny

I Would Like To Order a Dozen (-1)

tealover (187148) | about 13 years ago | (#2390855)

Yours Lovingly,

Usama Bin Laden

umm, what about balloons? (2, Insightful)

Telek (410366) | about 13 years ago | (#2390857)

can someone tell me why they're not interested in using balloons at all for reusable launch vehicles? It would make far too much sense to me since it's essentially free and lightweight, and a lot LESS expensive than dumping humungous feul tanks into the ocean after every launch. You can get up very high, ditch the balloon, then use attached rockets to fill you the rest of the way. You could even use reusable balloons with hot helium instead in case you need to lift too much weight for just hot air to raise.

Re:umm, what about balloons? (1)

Suidae (162977) | about 13 years ago | (#2390894)

The primary issue with getting into orbit isn't going up, its with going sideways at around 17,000 mph. Last time I checked zepplins were, due to technical limitations, traveling somewhat slower than that.

Re:umm, what about balloons? (1)

Chakat (320875) | about 13 years ago | (#2390931)

I think you're missing the poster's point. Instead of having the entire balloon structure being sent into orbit, they're talking about using the balloon as the first stage. Once you get up to about 80,000 feet, or so, you release the balloons, light the rockets, and leave this miserable rock behind. Having a nice slow zeppelin circling the earth is silly, but using one to bypass most of the heavy part of the atmosphere is pretty smart

Re:umm, what about balloons? (2, Informative)

jeboyer (24453) | about 13 years ago | (#2390948)

"The primary issue with getting into orbit isn't going up, its with going sideways at around 17,000 mph."

True. On the other hand, there are definite advantages to getting above a high percentage of that pesky thick layer of air that seems to blanket this planet.

* There's a lot of aerodynamic drag associated with the passage through the dense atmosphere at low altitudes Ever notice the Shuttle and other rockets throttle down at the "max Q" (maximum aerodynamic pressure) point? That (inefficient) action is necessary to limit the forces so the vehicle won't break up.

* Although the altitude balloons can reach is much, much less than that of orbit, there is still a measurable advantage in necessary delta-v (velocity increment needed to reach orbit) from a high-altitude launch. I haven't look at the exact numbers in years, but it's on the order of percents--not insignificant when dealing with the tight margins inherent in launching.

It's all about velocity, not altitude. (2)

Goonie (8651) | about 13 years ago | (#2390909)

Looks like it's moderators on crack day today.

If you want to get into orbit, or leave Earth entirely, the crucial thing you have to do is go really fast. Altitude is pretty much irrelevant except that aerodynamic drag slows things down more at lower altitudes.

The only difference than launching from a balloon at altitude would be the slightly reduced aerodynamic resistance, negligible compared to the cost, complexity, and risk of building a floating launch platform :)

Re:It's all about velocity, not altitude. (3, Interesting)

Chakat (320875) | about 13 years ago | (#2390993)

Actually, a balloon first stage is incorporated into a number of fairly credible amateur rocket designs. By using a balloon to bypass the heaviest 15-20 miles of the atmosphere, you're cutting down not only on drag, but distance. This means you have to carry considerably less fuel, leading to a smaller, cheaper, and possibly more reliable design. It probably won't be used for getting large multi-ton objects into space, but for a small one-two man capsule, or a small satelite, a balloon launch makes a good deal of sense.

Re:umm, what about balloons? (5, Informative)

Gorobei (127755) | about 13 years ago | (#2390964)

The main reason is the FAA. If you want to be a high alt attempt, you need to file a lot of paperwork concerning your flight plan and risks to populated areas/foreign airspace. In theory, you could get approval for an orbital shot from two places in the USA (Black Rock and Alaska,) if you have a self-destruct device on board. Note that a self-destruct doesn't make the rocket vanish, it just puts the debris in a safe zone. Now, if you want to float to 120,000 feet before launch, your debris zone is about the size of the Pacific Ocean. You don't get approval, end of story.

Re:umm, what about balloons? (1)

Mr. Foogle (253554) | about 13 years ago | (#2391018)

Sigh. What DO they teach kids in school these days?

It's not UP that matters, it's the speed.

Picture this: You fire a shell from a cannon. It shoots up .. and down .. in a ballistic arc. Now, imagine this same cannon firing a shell at the horizon - it curves up ... and over. Fire it with a little more oomph and it is hurled over the horizon, never to return to ground, but endlessly circling the body it was fired from.

And, yes I forget the actual speed needed for the shell to acheive orbit. Damned if I'll look it up - it's slashdot.

ah Crap! (3, Funny)

OO7david (159677) | about 13 years ago | (#2390888)

Now, not only do I have crapily modified cars running down main street fridays and saturdays, but now I also have to deal with these jerks interruptin my flight!? I don't want to see a rocket with a 4' muffler, it's not cool. I don't care if your rocket has a Vtec engine. I want to fly safely from point A to point B, much as I would like to drive from point A to point B without having your terrestial counterpats fly past me at 100+ mph.

Honestly, kids these days.

Rocket Dragsters... (1)

gimmie_prozac (525455) | about 13 years ago | (#2390904)

So how exactly do you hold a rocket drag race? Is the finish line held aloft by baloons? Or is it like: "first one to crack the ionosphere wins!" That second option sounds like some bad joke you'd hear on The Jetsons. Plus, if somebody false starts, you have to wait until the rocket comes back down to restart the race.

It would be cool to see what kind of logo the liquid-oxygen and isopropyl alchohol manufacturers come up with to plaster on the sides of the rockets, however. Also: all monkey pilots!

Special story for ALL Slashdot readers!!! (-1, Offtopic)

Anonymous Coward | about 13 years ago | (#2390925)

Running a dot com in Michigan is rough. When I inherited it, many
people figured I would fail, but I'm still here. I work hard at it, real
hard, and I've made it. I grew up in this business, but I moved away when
I turned eighteen. I worked in advertising--never figured on a career in
the internet.

When Dad passed away and the business fell to me, though, I had some
serious considerations. the "family business" was a going concern, three
employees, and every one of them had a cock. I had long ago decided I was
gay I often thought of the possibilities, but I knew better than to fuck
with the hired hands. A few of them tried to come on to me, in fact, when
I was in the office, thinking that if they could lay the boss's son,
they'd soon be partners in a going concern. Wrong! Any stud who tried to
fondle me or show me his cock was out of there faster than cheap beer
through a wino. I had urges, though. I contained them with the employees,
but one of those guys really got to me. His name was Hemos, Alex
Hemos, and I thought he was just right. He always dressed to the nines,
almost always in black. He was blond and tall. He also had a blond
mustache. Something else about Hemos appealed to me. He was a fucking
animal. I knew it. He used snuff, for one thing, and he worked out every
day in the fitness gym. He smelled of tobacco and..man. He wasn't our most
productive agent, but he was my favorite to look at. He was intensely
masculine. He had a body like the stud pictured on the condom machine in
the rest room. I could see his physique through his clothes.

I never approached him, though, when Dad was running the company But when
Dad died, and I was in the driver's seat, I had some heavy thoughts about
Mr. Hemos. One evening I was in the office alone after hours, going
through some of the paperwork, and he walked through the door. I nodded to
him. That particular day, he wore a black Calvin Klein three-piece suit, a
black one. He really looked "downtown." I don't know why, but that, suit
really emphasized his, sexual equipment. The soft black fabric outlined
Hemos's crotch-bulge per- fectly. I could see that Hemos was
definitely not a shortie. The bulge at his fly was stallion-size. I
started to pass the time of day, but before I could say anything, Hemos
drew a pistol out of his pocket! Then I was scared! "Hey, what's going
on?" I blurted. What was he upset about? Had he gone nuts? Why was he
carrying a gun? My blood ran cold as he opened his mouth to speak. "C'mon
outa there with your hands up!" Huh? From behind me stepped a man with
hands in the air. In his right hand, aimed at the ceiling! I gazed in
horror. Hemos had caught an armed robber! I immediately dialed
nine-one-one and summoned the cops. While the police were on their way, I
tied up the robber with a telephone cord. I spoke to Hemos gratefully,
in a shaking voice, "You probably saved my life! You scared the hell out
of me, though, but thanks." He smiled. "Didn't have time for words." After
the police came, arrested the robber, and filled out their reports,
Hemos lingered in the office and we sat and shot the bull. I was still
shaken from the experience but had developed another emotion about as
strong. I stood up and moved a little closer to him. "You got any close
friends?" I asked.

"No," he said, and he blushed! I inched over, moving close.

"That's strange," I murmured in a low voice. "You look like a real hunk to
me." He smiled at that, and I could see the stars would going to be lucky
for me that night. "Let me take you out for a drink. Ever been to the
Trojan Slave?" he asked.

"No. Is that a bar?"

"Yeah. I think you'll like it. We can go in my car." Once on the road in
his Beemer, I sat so close to him, my shoulders brushed his. He looked
into my face with a little smile. At a stoplight, I took his chin in my
hand, lifted his mouth to mine and kissed him. Then I put my hand on that
giant bulge in his crotch, and was he hung! It was solid meat--no folds of
cloth in there! "Lemme do something to show you my gratitude," I purred in
his ear, biting it. He grunted, and I could feel his heart pounding. I
pulled down his zipper and got it out. Damn, that boy had a banana the
size of a shotgun barrel and longer than a ticker tape! I stroked it, and
it hardened! I played with it, and he writhed happily in his seat, then he
felt a sucking mouth on his big gearshift! I gasped. He was really
stupendous; big-cocked and with a luscious pair of balls. I teased his
pecker, which burgeoned into something even big- ger in my mouth! My
tongue snaked and writhed around his cockhead, and my hand cupped his
balls and grabbed hold of his cockshaft. I was in heat in a second! After
a few seconds of that treatment, I unloaded such a wad of come, I knew I
got a two-ball shot! I choked and gulped at the amount of sperm that boy
could shoot! He shot me so much of his masculine sour-cream, it dripped
down my chin and splattered all over the place. We never made it to the
Trojan Slave. "How'd you like to stop by my place?" he said as soon as he
could speak.

"Yeah," I grunted. Once in his apartment, I thought we were going to have
good ol' session of sex, but he surprised me. He wrapped a loop of cord
around my wrists and pulled them behind my back. "Gonna lasso me in?" I
chuckled, but he pulled that rope tight! He got some leather thongs from a
drawer. "Wondered when I'd get to use these," he muttered. "Hey, just a
damn minute," I gasped, but he wrapped a leather gag over my mouth! It was
an old thing, and it stunk! As he put it on me, I realized from the smells
that it was a leather jockstrap. I tried to struggle away, but he had me!
He looped a leather strap around my ankles and bound them together. "Now,
boss," he grunted with a bass voice, "let's see what you've got!" With
that, he got out a carving knife! While I held my breath, he sank the
blade under the waistband of my pants and SLASHED! With more swipes of
that razor-sharp blade, he slit the legs of my pants open. Then he simply
pulled my slashed pants away He cut away the pants of $700 suit! With
another slash, my jockey shorts became white cotton ribbons. "Yeah, there
it is," he chortled as my rampant cock sprang up to slap against my belly.

He had destroyed a good set of clothes, but I had never been so erotically
stripped in my life. If I weren't bound so tightly in his ropes and
leather thongs, I would have sucked his cock off! He wasn't finished,
though. He brought out a shorter, finer leather thong like a black cowhide
shoestring. He wrapped it around my scrotum and cinched it tight! "MMMMM!"
I gasped through the leather gag! Strangling my balls like that sent a
stab of pain through my groin! Then he picked me up and laid me face-down
over a leather footstool in front of his TV set. Next he unbound my
ankles, but he tied one to the leg of the couch and the other to the
handle of a corner table. I was as splayed out as a whore. I looked back.
I felt my cock dripping pre-cum as I saw him stripping for action! He
undid the buttons of his vest, then his shirt, and his pecs were
magnificent, his nipples hard, pointed knobs. He unzipped his pants and
let them drop, then grasped his underwear and pulled it down. I saw his
big cock again. He had a meat like Hercules, with a huge corona. He had
what it took to turn me on. His smooth, red shaft was at least 10 inches
long. It jerked in his grip, springing from golden yellow prick-hairs in a
thatch between his thighs. He crawled onto my back like the stockbrokers'
bull, and his knotted chest hair grazed my back with a tickling scratch.
Upending my rump, he wasted no time in lodging his big cock flare at the
opening of my juicy hole. With a grunt and a lunge, that urban cowboy slid
his cock in my ass like it was a bullet from his pistol.The bulbous
cockhead massaged my colon walls on the way in. "Ah, yeah, boss," he
breathed, sinking in me to his balls, "you're a fuckin' good ride!" He
ground himself into me, driving that pole. My arms were jammed behind me,
so I couldn't stroke myself, but his humping rubbed my prick back and
forth on the leather footstool, most erotic of all surfaces. That drove me
toward the supreme pleasure of a climax. I rode that footstool on a
one-way trip to sexual glee.

"Now," he panted, "I've got something special." I couldn't see what he was
doing, but I felt him fumbling at my crotch, at the joining of our bodies.
He yanked at the tight thong around my balls, bringing more groans from
me. "Umph," he grunted, "now we're fuckin' together. That thong around
your balls is attached to my balls!" Huh? He's strapped our balls
together? One of us is going to get his balls torn off! I tried to
struggle away, but I was helpless, strung up like a side of beef. When he
started fucking again, he yanked my balls back with every out-stroke. I
could hear him gasping, so I knew he was in pain, too. What a fuck! Pure
pleasure with every ram of that huge cock into me, dizzying pain every
time he pulled out! Again and again and again, we went through the
pleasure-pain cycle. Even though I was in pain from the tight thongs he
had bound over me, I drove my hips up to match his gouging dong. My senses
reeled as fantastic vibrations blasted through me. Our ragged, panting
breathing, feeling his dick nestled in my butt, and smelling the tobacco
and sweat of his body was as thrilling as watching a glorious Western
sunset. The stabbing pains of his fuck-strokes built a super-discharge in
my guts. He caught me around the waist and urged me on. "Yeah, boss, yeah!
Ram those hips back at me, fuck me back. Yeah!" I came first! I spurted
all over his footstool. Then he came. He filled my ass so full of cum, I
shit cream for two days. He untied me after he got his climax and rested
for a bit. My wrists and ankles were sore, but the pain was almost like a
sexual afterglow. I said, "Give me a pair of pants to wear back to the
house. That was the horniest stripping and fuck I ever got...but I don't
have anything to wear."

"Yeah, boss, sure," he said. Then the apartment door opened, and the rest
of my employees came trooping through it! Young had his cock out, working
his upjutting shaft. Katz was pulling his pants open as he walked
through the door, and Cliff had a look on his face that let me know I
was in for it. This was a real setup. I was already dangerously horny, and
in the mood for anything. I groped my own meat back to full hardness.
Young dropped to his knees on the floor. Catching on, I dropped over the
footstool again, and raised his pecker in my hand to suck it into my
mouth! No sooner did I do that than Katz got the last of his clothes
off, and as nude as the day he was born, he dropped onto me in Hemos's
place! This time, though, I wasn't bound up, and my hands were free. I
didn't need them to stimulate myself, though. This was going to be one
hell of a stockbrokers' fuck session! Cliff stood there, watching us for
a few minutes. The other guys made love to me like desperate fuckers,
grinding me back and forth and up and down. I knew that when we reached
it, this one would be a long, stupendous orgasm. Then Cliff rolled onto
his back, slid under my hips, and with a whoop, I felt my cock slide into
his hot, wet mouth! Yeah! Katz held my waist, helping me, rutting like
a machine. I was so frenzied with lust, I could feel my hot froth moving
to the surface too quickly.

But I couldn't slow down! Young's cock was like a bottle of fine brandy-
-I was drunk after a few sips. The footstool squeaked in a horny rhythm.
Then I got a glimpse of what Hemos was doing. He, like the rest of us,
was stark naked, and he had slung himself in a leathery harness. It sus-
pended from the ceiling, and the black straps extended down his firm body
to his legs. The harness splayed his legs out wide, reminding me of what
he had done to me earlier. I got a full view of his wrinkled asshole! With
a pull at a couple of straps, he lowered himself onto my back, and I
realized that he had set himself up for a rim job by Katz! I had never
seen the like this. He had a real sex-setup in here! Hanging in that horny
harness, he was as open and helpless as a male could get. I also saw that
leather thong around his balls. Katz grabbed that strap and pulled
himself over by the balls! He groaned, but when he was within range, I
heard Katz's tongue slurping at Hemos's asshole. My own crotch-eel
swelled into an erection bigger than any I had ever had! I heard he
writhing in the harness, Katz's cock rammed me into another physical
state, and Cliff's mouth was like a furnace over my dong. I sucked Young
with all my strength! I couldn't stand it! That did it for me. I clutched
at Young, humped my hips back at Katz, and jabbed down at Young. I
heard the schluck- schluck-schluck sounds of our strokes. All of us
blasted off at more or less the same time. I personally came in a flood,
filling Cliff's mouth with searing hot jizz. Young did the same. His
jizz gushed down my throat, filled my mouth, and slopped over my chin,
dripping onto the floor. I felt from the vibrations that Hemos was
jacking off as Katz gave him a rim-job, and I felt burning splatters of
cum hit my naked back. Then Katz let loose in me, shooting his wad
until there wasn't a drop of fluid left in his balls. When we finally
untangled ourselves, we had, as you can imagine, a new management/labor
relationship. I had always thought that sex with the employees would make
for a bad business situation. That hasn't turned out to be the case. Work
goes on at the brokerage. Profits are up. The big difference is in what
goes on in the back room during breaks.

Is sub-orbital flight worth the risk ? (2, Insightful)

Anonymous Coward | about 13 years ago | (#2390942)

The first tourist in space got to stay on the ISS for a couple days and he was using a well tested reliable vehicle (Soyuz). The tourists of these sub-orbital rockets would get minutes (at most hours) in a cramped vehicle, is it worth the risk ? Although I agree with the concept of stimulating creativity for designing sub-orbital re-usable vehicles, keep in mind that these "tourists" would still be essentially strapped to a liquid oxygen bomb and that if "civils" start going into space what does that say about the gruelling Astronaut selection performed by NASA and all the space agencies that produce astronauts (Russia, ESA, CSA, NASDA,ISA etc.) These people (astronauts) give up a good part of their life to get a trip into space. Challenger was the first to fly a "tourist" on the crew and we know what happened. NASA then cancelled all civil/commercial endeavors using the shuttle ever since... In my opinion the risks are too great to let just anyone fly in these vehicles. (as payloads mind you) -I am tempted to use the cliche "Talk about the Wrong Stuff"

Aw... (1)

ZaBu911 (520503) | about 13 years ago | (#2390954)

And I thought my newest 60 mile per hour RC car was the coolest thing ever. Damnit, it's already obsolete like my 400mhz p2. Z;(bu

Uhh Meschersmidt? (1)

SirStanley (95545) | about 13 years ago | (#2390971)

Uhh. Didn't the nazi's have "Rocket Jets?"
Once again. Slashdot is behind on their news..... a good 50 years ;)

And as I recall these jets flew fine. Except landing the damn things was next to impossible. I seem to recall that 90% of the deaths related to the Nazi Rocket Jet was due to landing incidents.

Re:Uhh Meschersmidt? (2)

jorbettis (113413) | about 13 years ago | (#2391025)

"Rocket Jets"? No, they did have a rocket powered plane, I have a book with the specs on it, but I don't have it with me at the moment. From what I recall, it was not a very useful aircraft as the rocket could only burn for about 10 minutes (not sure on the exact number).

I don't know about the 90% death rate, are you sure you're not confusing it with the Messerschmitt Bf 109? It was a traditional prop plane, but very high preformance and, thus, difficult to fly. The narrow wheel base and high landing speeds made it difficult to land, and the torque from the engine would sometimes cause pilots to lose control on takeoff. Also, the pilot could lose control in dives because the control surfaces were not big enough for the high speeds and the controls would become sluggish. The accident death rate was no where near 90%, but it was higher than other similar aircraft.

The Messerschmitt 262 was the famous German jet during the war. Here's [soton.ac.uk] a link to a page about it.

When people started looking to break the sound barrier, the British tried to do it with jets, but the Americans wisely decided that a supersonic jet would have too many complications, and decided to use a rocket powered aircraft to do it. The Bell X-1, flew by Chuck Yeager, was a rocket powered aircraft, but it landed as a glider, and appearently wasn't that difficult to land.

Crash and burn? (1)

Jarvo (70205) | about 13 years ago | (#2390990)

If the rockets are very similar in power output, how do you determine who wins? Is it the only guys that doesn't black out and crash in a huge ball of flames?

life during wartime (3, Interesting)

motherhead (344331) | about 13 years ago | (#2390991)

The primary goal is development of reusable launch technology that leads next to a high altitude sub-orbital rocket vehicle

Could a missile fired from sub orbit on an (relatively) inexpensive platform such as this one, actually knock out a satellite?

Yes I realize that the missile would have to be expensive enough with it's payload and whatever guidance it would need to find it's target.

But if these things can be made as cheaply as they say, I wonder if small governments (okay i am sicking of typing the "T" word) could use this kind of technology to cause a lot of mayhem.

Re:life during wartime (1)

drodver (410899) | about 13 years ago | (#2391008)

With enough computing power and high definition radar you could use a kinetic projectile. The launcher would cost more but it's a one time cost versus missles.

Get with it (0, Offtopic)

createaccount13 (526565) | about 13 years ago | (#2391015)

The Linux operating system was born in 1991 and was created by one man, a Finnish student coincidentally named Linux Torvalds. Since these humble beginnings, a multi-million dollar industry has sprung up to exploit the commercial potential of Linux, but until recently Linux has eluded mainstream acceptance. However, due to the recent economic downturn together with uncertainty over changes to Microsoft's pricing policy, Linux is now being touted as a serious contender to Microsoft Windows. While there are many other alternatives to Windows, including BSD which is based on SUN's (Stanford University Network - correction by bc) server-grade Solaris operating system, none have commanded the same level of media attention as Linux. Linux Mandrake is just the latest in a long line of quirkily christened versions of Linux. Previous versions of Linux have been named Red Hat, Slack Ware, Storm and Coral. In stark contrast to the mundane names such as 98, ME or NT preferred by Microsoft, the crazy names of each Linux release hint at its renegade nature. My foray into the world of Linux began by downloading a "CD image" from the Linux web site. But don't worry, this isn't software piracy, it's perfectly legal! Linux is shareware, meaning that it can be freely redistributed without fear of a visit by the Business Software Alliance. The free availability of Linux is a major reason for its popularity among cash-strapped students and self-styled anti-capitalist hackers. Before installing new software, it is always advisable to read the documentation. Unfortunately, an unpleasant surprise was in store for me in the "required configuration" section of the manual. I was shocked to learn that Linux Mandrake only runs on Pentium processors, meaning that my hopes of testing the water with my old Gateway 486 were dashed. Furthermore, a whopping 32 megabytes of memory are required to run Linux! Although the advocates of Linux self-righteously boast the efficiency of their chosen operating system and deride the "bloatware" produced by Microsoft, it appears that their claims are blatantly incorrect. Although my humble 486 will happily run Windows 95, it seems that Linux requires far more powerful, and more expensive, computer hardware. Is this really the sign of a lean, mean operating system? Of course not. Sadly, not even being able to install Linux is just the first of my many complaints. A brief perusal of the features of Linux Mandrake reveals that Linux is sorely lacking many crucial productivity applications. For example, why isn't the industry standard web browser, Internet Explorer, included with Linux? Despite the best efforts of the experts at the Internet Engineering Task Force to encourage adoption of the Internet Explorer standard, the creators of Linux seem to think that they know better. By refusing to adhere to recognised standards, Linux is simply undermining its own credibility. Similarly, almost all of the world's most popular and widely used software is completely incompatible with Linux! It may surprise you to learn that your copy of Microsoft Office, Outlook Express, or Lotus Notes will not work under Linux. Those who wish to use their computer for recreational purposes are also out of luck, for almost all of the most popular games are unavailable for Linux. Although a wide range of software is freely available for Linux, these pitiful offerings are mostly unfinished, unreliable and do not bear comparison to their commercial counterparts. Computer security is also an area that seems to have been overlooked by the developers of Linux. In these times when hacking and viruses are commonplace, it defies belief to learn that no anti-virus software is available for Linux. To add insult to injury, there is no Linux version of the popular ZoneAlarm firewall. By using Linux, you are issuing an open invitation to the hordes of ne'er-do-wells on the Internet. The shortcomings of Linux are obvious. Without even installing Linux Mandrake, I have exposed several fundamental flaws. Surely it is not too much to expect that, after ten years of development, the creators of Linux would have addressed these problems? The real question that the prospective Linux user must ask himself is, "Why bother?" After all, Microsoft Windows comes free with most PCs and there simply isn't a need to replace it, particularly not with a product of inferior quality. Although it is always tempting to support the underdog, Windows XP will be the deserved victor in the battle ahead. I recommend that those readers who are hoping to upgrade their operating system patiently wait for the release of Windows XP, rather than foolishly wasting their time, effort and money on Linux.

Re:Get with it (0)

redcliffe (466773) | about 13 years ago | (#2391041)

ROFL!!! Redhat, "Slack Ware" and Storm Linux are previous versions? Something tells me you don't know what you are talking about. Something tells me you are just a stupid Microsoft employee. In fact something tells me you may be Bill Gates himself. You are dumb enough to be him!

And what has this got to do with Rockets? And before you troll us about "wasting time" on Linux, why did you waste time to write all that? Or did you just copy it from someplace else?

Rotary Rocket gone (3, Informative)

Animats (122034) | about 13 years ago | (#2391019)

Rotary Rocket is gone. Sad. They had a launch vehicle that was supposed to go suborbital, and probably would have worked. The helicopter-type landing system passed flight test. Another Rutan airframe design, by the way. [rotaryrocket.com]

The big problem was that the new engine concept didn't work out, and using off the shelf engines doomed the thing to suborbital flight, for which there is no commercial market.

Kipling (-1, Offtopic)

Anonymous Coward | about 13 years ago | (#2391026)

Take up the White man's burden --
Send forth the best ye breed --
Go bind your sons to exile
To serve your captives' need;
To wait in heavy harness
On fluttered folk and wild --
Your new-caught, sullen peoples,
Half devil and half child.

Take up the White Man's burden --
In patience to abide,
To veil the threat of terror
And check the show of pride;
By open speech and simple,
An hundred times mad plain.
To seek another's profit,
And work another's gain.

Take up the White Man's burden --
The savage wars of peace --
Fill full the mouth of Famine
And bid the sickness cease;
And when your goal is nearest
The end for others sought,
Watch Sloth and heathen Folly
Bring all your hope to nought.

Take up the White Man's burden --
No tawdry rule of kings,
But toil of serf and sweeper --
The tale of common things.
The ports ye shall not enter,
The roads ye shall not tread,
Go make them with your living,
And mark them with your dead!

Take up the White man's burden --
And reap his old reward:
The blame of those ye better,
The hate of those ye guard --
The cry of hosts ye humour
(Ah, slowly!) toward the light: --
"Why brought ye us from bondage,
"Our loved Egyptian night?"

Take up the White Man's burden --
Ye dare not stoop to less --
Nor call too loud on freedom
To cloak your weariness;
By all ye cry or whisper,
By all ye leave or do,
The silent, sullen peoples
Shall weigh your Gods and you.

Take up the White Man's burden --
Have done with childish days --
The lightly proffered laurel,
The easy, ungrudged praise.
Comes now, to search your manhood
Through all the thankless years,
Cold-edged with dear-bought wisdom,
The judgment of your peers!

Back yard fun (1)

forest_rock (521496) | about 13 years ago | (#2391034)

I love these private ventures. It shows that humans will either one day inadvertently rule the galaxy for all the wrong reasons or more likely blow themselves to smithereens in the attempt to do something cool enough to make a quick buck.

JATO (0, Troll)

sh4de (93527) | about 13 years ago | (#2391038)

How long until someone straps one of these to a 1967 Chevy Impala and attemps a Jet Assisted Take Off? From snopes.com [snopes2.com] :
The Chevy remained on the straight highway for approximately 2.6 miles (15-20 seconds) before the driver applied the brakes, completely melting them, blowing the tires, and leaving thick rubber marks on the road surface. The vehicle then became airborne for an additional 1.3 miles, impacted the cliff face at a height of 125 feet, and left a blackened crater 3 feet deep in the rock.
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