qquake2k
Captain Low-N-Slow
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I'm a nostalgia buff, so sue me! LOL
I started launching rockets in 1972, when I was 12 years old. I can't for the life of me remember where I heard about them, though. Boys Life magazine or a comic book perhaps. I do remember where I bought them - Jacquie's Hobby Shop in the Southgate Shopping Center (an open mall).
My very first rocket was the venerable Estes Alpha III. I remember it was red and white (instead of the orange and black it is now), but I can't remember if it was pre-colored, or if I had to paint it. I loved that rocket, and launched it to death. My second rocket was the Big Bertha, and at the time I thought it was huge!
My first launch pad was homemade, a piece of 1x12 pine with an 1/8" uncoated welding rod stuck in it, and a tin can lid as the blast deflector. My first launch controller, also homemade, consisted of an old rectangular 12 volt dry cell lantern battery, that had screw terminals on it. Oh, and some speaker wire and alligator clips. I didn't know how to solder then, so I just twisted the stripped wire around the ends of the clips. No push button, no continuity light. Just attach one wire to the screw terminal and touch the other wire to the other terminal. Later, I made a technologically advanced controller with parts from Radio Shack. It had a light and push button!
We used the old coated nichrome wire igniters back then, that needed 12 volts. As that old dry cell battery started reaching the end of its life (it wasn't rechargeable), it would take longer and longer to heat up the nichrome. Sometimes 5 seconds or more. As I started building bigger and higher flying rockets, my dad would drive me to a huge open field, and I'd use his pickup truck battery as my source of power. Worked much better.
I'll never forget the excitement and wonder, as I watched that Alpha III fly into space for the first time, on an A8-3. I was hooked! I'm still hooked, but don't fly as often as I'd like. I've flown up to a G myself (can't afford any more than that), and I've watched thrilling ear shattering HPR rockets up to J's. But I don't think anything will ever surpass what I felt that day in 1972, as I watched a rocket I built, fly into the air, pop its 'chute, and return to Earth. I'm so glad I had that opportunity as a kid.
Jim
I started launching rockets in 1972, when I was 12 years old. I can't for the life of me remember where I heard about them, though. Boys Life magazine or a comic book perhaps. I do remember where I bought them - Jacquie's Hobby Shop in the Southgate Shopping Center (an open mall).
My very first rocket was the venerable Estes Alpha III. I remember it was red and white (instead of the orange and black it is now), but I can't remember if it was pre-colored, or if I had to paint it. I loved that rocket, and launched it to death. My second rocket was the Big Bertha, and at the time I thought it was huge!
My first launch pad was homemade, a piece of 1x12 pine with an 1/8" uncoated welding rod stuck in it, and a tin can lid as the blast deflector. My first launch controller, also homemade, consisted of an old rectangular 12 volt dry cell lantern battery, that had screw terminals on it. Oh, and some speaker wire and alligator clips. I didn't know how to solder then, so I just twisted the stripped wire around the ends of the clips. No push button, no continuity light. Just attach one wire to the screw terminal and touch the other wire to the other terminal. Later, I made a technologically advanced controller with parts from Radio Shack. It had a light and push button!
We used the old coated nichrome wire igniters back then, that needed 12 volts. As that old dry cell battery started reaching the end of its life (it wasn't rechargeable), it would take longer and longer to heat up the nichrome. Sometimes 5 seconds or more. As I started building bigger and higher flying rockets, my dad would drive me to a huge open field, and I'd use his pickup truck battery as my source of power. Worked much better.
I'll never forget the excitement and wonder, as I watched that Alpha III fly into space for the first time, on an A8-3. I was hooked! I'm still hooked, but don't fly as often as I'd like. I've flown up to a G myself (can't afford any more than that), and I've watched thrilling ear shattering HPR rockets up to J's. But I don't think anything will ever surpass what I felt that day in 1972, as I watched a rocket I built, fly into the air, pop its 'chute, and return to Earth. I'm so glad I had that opportunity as a kid.
Jim