So that’s ANOTHER surcharge you’re gonna have to pay.

When Formula 1 was started back in 1950 there were essentially two rules: your engine needed to be naturally aspirated and under 2,5 litres in size. The safety equipment boiled down to the gentle suggestion of a leather helmet and whatever wild courage you could scrape together on the day. No seat belts, though.

In 2020 the mountains of safety regulations and improvement ensured the survival of French driver Romain Grosjean in a crash that many thought would cost the driver his life. Even though his car was ripped in two, his head got pushed through a barrier and the whole thing went up in flames, he survived with basically only burns on his hands. He started driving again less than a year later.

How did we get from A to B? A lot of dead drivers, one Flying Scot, a very persistent Professor of Neurology and a 7-kilo piece of titanium, but let’s untangle it.

But first off, a warning: I will be discussing quite graphic deaths and accidents, though not in detail. You should proceed with caution, depending on your comfort level. Any linked crashes are not shown to be exploitative, but to show the frankly quite horrid happenings in the history of the sport and also to contrast it with the safety standards we see nowadays.

And a major, major thank you to /u/trailrunninggirl for proofreading this post and giving some super helpful suggestions!!

What exactly is Formula 1?

Formula 1 is the highest level of single-seater car racing worldwide. Sanctioned by the Fédération International de l’Automobile (FIA), currently owned and run by Liberty Media, the sport hosts however many teams want to try their hand at building the best racing car in the world. It’s an engineering competition as much as a driving competition, with the teams constantly trying to figure out new wacky ways to make the cars drive better or quicker. A season is organized into a number of “Grand Prix” events, three-day spectacles that usually feature free practises, qualifying and a race that lasts about 1 and a half hours. A team features two drivers, with all of them competing for both the driver's and the constructors' championships.

Names you might know are Ferrari, Mercedes, McLaren and Williams on the team side and Michael Schumacher, Lewis Hamilton, Ayrton Senna or Fernando Alonso (previous

Chapter Twenty Five: Unshackled and Tested

CLANG!!!

THUMP!!!

THWACK!!!

Blood trickles down Red’s face as she manically rams her forehead against any and all surfaces. Blinding white pain surges through her entire mind, but no stolen memories return. The sounds of war above her only intensify as she walks circles within her cage like a mad dog. She’s scared, what is there to do? These bastards know her so well, and yet she can’t recall a scrap of helpful information about them. Other than that they are insane warmongering cultists of her own species of course. She needs to remember how to fight them, how to beat them. People are dying… people are dying… they’re all gonna die…

“You’re gonna die.”

Red spins to see yet another one of her kind. But this one’s different, smaller and beyond familiar. A child… with red hair and piercing green eyes. The borders of this girl blends with the world around like a watered down stain of paint, shaking away any small aspect of doubt whether she is real.

Red staggers up to the bars, grasping at them with a drawn defeated sigh. What more can these people do to her? Haven’t they already made their point? What can be the purpose of this?

“Get… mad…” the child orders in a shaking tone through a shut mouth.

Tilting her bleeding head, Red narrows her eyes and grunts.

“You’re probably going to die anyway. So just… let go… and hurt them as much as you can.”

Red’s grip on the bars tighten, but her gut knots and twists in resistance to the temptation. She shakes her head in denial.

From the stairs erupts the sound of splintering wood and shouts of both her kind and not.

For a moment the girl flickers out of existence. When she comes back she is slightly older, dressed in what seems to be a basic, sharp uniform. Her wild hair buzzed short, eyes filled with contempt.

“They stole everything, and they still want more. No more*…* ”

Thick Terran arm muscles tense and flex causing the Iron bars to groan and quake. Red locks eyes with the girl, heart pounding, rage flooding.

“Noh… moa…” the Terran utters in a strained guttural voice.

The hinges to the door begin to shutter and buckle along with the meager locking mechanism.

The girl breaks a smile showing a missing tooth. Then she pulls a metallic bat out from behind her, resting it upon her shoulder.

In a loud snapping crack and a sharp lift upward the entire door comes free and clatters to the ground like a concentrated

I don't want to step on anybody's toes here, but the amount of non-dad jokes here in this subreddit really annoys me. First of all, dad jokes CAN be NSFW, it clearly says so in the sub rules. Secondly, it doesn't automatically make it a dad joke if it's from a conversation between you and your child. Most importantly, the jokes that your CHILDREN tell YOU are not dad jokes. The point of a dad joke is that it's so cheesy only a dad who's trying to be funny would make such a joke. That's it. They are stupid plays on words, lame puns and so on. There has to be a clever pun or wordplay for it to be considered a dad joke.

Again, to all the fellow dads, I apologise if I'm sounding too harsh. But I just needed to get it off my chest.

Rocket League teams are always changing and evolving. Current teams are always being reconstructed and players move to new situations. Because of this I thought it would be a fun thought experiment to totally randomize all 16 teams from the Sweden LAN and project how these teams would look.

^(___________ Intro _______________)

I tried my best to make a case for how each team would have the best shot to win and tried to base this on how I thought the playstyle might actually look.

If you have different opinions, please let me know. This whole project is fully hypothetical, of course, so there is a great argument to be made for every team listed, and I don't think there are any truly wrong answers here.

If you have to pick ❸ teams you feel are your favorite to win this whole thing, who would they be and why?

^(___________ Caveats _______________)

• I used the site wheelofnames.com to randomly choose teams. All rounds photos listed at bottom of the post!
• I am using all the players that attended the most recent Fall LAN event for our player pool.
• I am replacing Senzo with Khalid because Senzo has now retired and Khalid is their standard player.
• All players were placed into the wheel of names and randomly spun for team slots.
• I rerolled if a selected player’s teammate was already on a roster being built, so we could have fully new teams and no team cohesion across the board.
  • Marc was rerolled after being added to Extra’s team in Round 2.
• The draft snakes, so all teams draw 1 player before team 1 draws player 2, as opposed to team 1 drawing three players, then team 2 drawing the next 3, etc.
• In discussing these teams, I am not taking language barriers into account, so all players can presumably have standard comms with each other.

^(___________ The Teams _______________)

I began counting just like I was supposed to as I leapt from the door. 1000, 2000, 3000, 4……. the wind gust hitting my helmet, my britches legs flapping in the breeze. I am an Army paratrooper. I’m exiting a C-141 aircraft over Holland Drop Zone. Holland is one of the major training DZs on Fort Bragg, NC. It is a wide open expanse of clearing. Starkly devoid of trees, just flowing waving grasses and patches of dirt. There is a large flight landing strip in the center of it. You don’t want to land on the runway. It is very hard.

I have on a helmet, boots, a main and reserve parachute. I have camouflage paint on my face to help me hide better once I’m on the ground. On my left side is a M1950 Weapons case which holds my M-16A2 rifle. My Rucksack is strapped to the front of me. By rule, it must weigh at least 35lbs. It hangs between your legs suspended by straps connected to the same connector that your reserve parachute was connected to. You must walk bow legged while wearing the gear on the ground. You feel about like a hunched over super squatty heavy waddle duck.

As I’m counting, the horizon seems to tilt and spin and whirl while the jet blast buffets me around and I flail at the mercy of physics. I’m locked into my good tight body position like I’ve practiced so many times. “Eyes open, chin on chest, elbows tucked into your sides, hands on the end of your reserve with fingers spread, feet and knees together, knees locked to the rear, bend slightly forward at the waist, count to 4000.” Just as I got to my 4000 count, I realized that as my parachute was opening, there was another parachute that was opening around me. Oh boy!

Another Soldier’s parachute had inflated and now I realize that I’m in the middle of his canopy. My weapons case had entangled with my sudden new buddies parachute. To get technical, my connector on the weapons case had gotten wrapped up and entangled with my fellow paratrooper’s anti inversion net and suspension lines. I realized that I was in the middle of my new friends’ canopy and we were about to take a ride, together.

“No big deal, we got this,” I thought to myself. We have procedures for all this. We are taught how to avoid collisions and what to do in case it happens. My new friend spoke first. I was just finishing the count as he stated, fairly firmly, “slip away.” You see, that is what we are taught to do. If you find yourself drifting towards another jumper, simply pull down on the opposite riser and you will begin to sl

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As the crowd let the relief wash through them Harmony slowly took a deep breath and pulled herself back together. With one final sniffle, she turned her back to the group and faced the massive array of pods before them. A hardlight projected monitor appeared before her and she quickly navigated through the menus as she searched for a specific pod. While she worked a voice that seemed to echo from everywhere and nowhere at the same time spoke to the group behind Harmony.

"Before the main staff went to sleep, Sarah realized that in the event that they were actually able to wake up... They would be rather pressed for housing. There are a few quintillion souls aboard this station and no real housing aside from the dormitories that were only built to support the 3,457 staff members of SETI... so, they made a decision. Sarah is the only one who we are supposed to wake from cryo until she's finished the preparations for the mass exodus to come."

The gathered crowd of aliens looked all around for the source of the voice but the voice was never in the place they had just heard it from. It was like talking to someone who was across the street, right next to you, and behind you all at the same time. Finally, a neon blue creature that resembled a bear-sized floating slug with tentacles spoke from the crowd. As it spoke its neon blue body seemed to brighten and dim based on the pitch of its voice. "Oh, holy speaker of the ancients! This one greets you and wishes with all its hearts to see your benevolent and godly form before its ocular!"

Another being that bore an unsettling resemblance to a velociraptor with wings grinned wide with its fanged maw as it bowed. "Yes, please allow us to speak face to face. It is... odd to speak with air."

A small sigh rang out from everywhere before a projection formed into the shape of an old man wearing black armor with sharp edges. His white hair was short and slicked back. Only a small strand fell in front of his face as he bowed deeply before the crowd. A deep and raspy voice rang out. "Apologies. I had no need to reveal myself until this point. I am Vigil, the A.I. who controls the station defenses. And you?"

The Raptor-like individual spoke with something akin to fanaticism ringing in its voice as it gazed upon the armored form of the A.I. "My name is Isathia

Right then. Let's see about fixing that cliff hanger. Sorry not sorry, he he. I'm sure everyone is fine though... Checks notes Nearly fine...

Anywho remember to praised the editors UnwavoringGray and Bushmaster. They did a great job as always sifting through the shit show to make me look good. So lean back and enjoy the show ;D

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Chapter 139: Exchange of Fire

“Jortun is airborne heading up, red is still diving,” Kokashi shouted out. Tom had to commend them on the little system of using his magic hearing to receive messages from above and below. It worked quite well.

“And the black is running like a stabbed rat. Good. Open the doors and someone get Nunuk! Now!” Rachuck ordered as the mechanism came to life, Wiperna and Shiva cranking it open. Dakota was first out the door, slipping under the opening gate and running straight off the edge, diving down towards the stricken lady.

Tom jogged out onto the platform along with the rest of the dragonettes that had been waiting there, looking down. It did not look pretty. Three of the four brigands that had been on the ground with the black dragon lay dead, strewn around the place. Two of them had been splashed by the black dragon's acid when she had sprayed around madly after losing an eye. Tom had given the two of them a mercy shot as they lay screaming in agony. The acid had eaten right through their armor, even the steel just seemed to melt. The third had missed the acid but taken a pair of crossbow bolts from the keep for his troubles instead.

Nunuk had bolted for the keep as soon as the fighting started, but she h

Deepsight

The Void

26 Years After YFC

Geoffrey wandered through the large halls of Deepsight with a mix of extreme confusion and grief on his face. Everywhere he looked he saw the faces of distraught or confused Niten Dragons who, like him, had just lost their home.

Unlike them, of course, Geoffrey knew who was responsible for the loss of their home. Despite Sorjoy’s words, he still couldn’t help but hear Guardian Lucifer’s words at every face he passed.

“Those you hate.”

Geoffrey had never met these Dragons, but since childhood he knew to hate them. Now, he saw them as people and he was having trouble coping with the fact that he had just destroyed their home planet.

Prior to docking, Geoffrey had considered what Sorjoy had told him was nothing more than a fabrication. A trick of some kind.

Now reality was setting in far too close for Geoffrey’s liking.

As he walked through the central halls of Deepsight, he saw many Niten Dragons greeting him cordially.

With every smile, it was as if the guilt weighing him down grew that much heavier.

It was either that, or a strange side effect of the large ship’s gentle spin which caused Geoffrey’s feet to remain firmly on the floor.

Geoffrey stopped as he heard the sounds of someone crying. He turned to see a cafeteria, with only one small Niten boy sniffling at a table, all alone.

Geoffrey walked towards him slowly, e

Do your worst!

For context I'm a Refuse Driver (Garbage man) & today I was on food waste. After I'd tipped I was checking the wagon for any defects when I spotted a lone pea balanced on the lifts.

I said "hey look, an escaPEA"

No one near me but it didn't half make me laugh for a good hour or so!

Edit: I can't believe how much this has blown up. Thank you everyone I've had a blast reading through the replies 😂

It really does, I swear!

Because she wanted to see the task manager.

HMS Minotaur

• Spicy Heal
• Phenomenal AP
• Great Torpedoes
• Utilitarian

Scope:

Welcome back, and welcome to the New Year. It's now v 3.10 which feature's Theseus' Bane for the campaign which yields this review's Legendary Tier Headliner, HMS Minotaur. Minotaur hails from one of the oldest lines in World of Warships on the whole, despite her recent addition to World of Warships Legends under the Royal Navy. Minotaur is a GREAT ship, though she has a HIGH skill floor, she has an EXTREME skill ceiling.

I acquired Minotaur by purchasing the first 40 levels of the campaign, then completing the other 80. This ship was not given to me by Wargaming for review.

Legendary Tier ships are not considered Premium Ships, and as such, are subject to balance changes. This review is a time stamp of her current statistics upon release in her campaign and may not reflect changes made to the ship in later updates.

Captains, below you will see a unique list set up which will incorporate 2 basic sets of comparison, the shorter lists compare all the Legendary Ships of the same class directly, and the second larger list which incorporates all of the ships of the same class, pairing Legendary and Tier VII.

Rating Matrix:

• [BAD, WEAK, AVERAGE, GOOD, GREAT]
• {LOW, MODERATE, HIGH, EXTREME}

History:

In 1946, the First Sea Lord requested a rework of the current designs focusing on improving the well-known habitability issues plaguing the cruiser designs of the era. The Director for Gunnery and Anti-Air Division proposed the design should be armed with dual purpose 6" and 3" gunnery, learning and incorporating the design of the then in construction USS Worcester. The Director of Naval Construction then developed several designs.

Formed in the later years of World War 2, Design Z, was named the Minotaur Class and was a planned design that incorporated several such variations of a Light Cruiser Design with a very profound Anti-Air armament, improved crew habitability, while incorporating lessons learned from the War and increase international cooperation with the United States. The design featured an upgraded, Mk 26 Turret saw vast improvements in automatic reloading and full Remote Power Control. The gun reloaded considerably faster, with an improvement of 9-12 shells per minute over the existing Mk 24 and saw the Mk 26 entering service under different but completed designs such as the HMS Tiger (C-20).

The design w

Heard they've been doing some shady business.

BamBOO!

They’re on standbi

A common retort from vaccine advocates whenever healthy skepticism is expressed against vaccination is that were it not for the jabs, we would still be dealing with epidemics of things like polio. But is this actually true?

Forrest Maready, author of the book The Moth in the Iron Lung: A Biography of Polio, tells a much different story about polio that suggests it is not actually a contagious virus that can be vaccinated against, but is rather a set of symptoms caused by environmental contaminants.

While there was no pharmaceutical industry to speak of in 1789, a doctor at that time by the name of Michael Underwood first observed what he described as a “debility of the lower extremities” in children – or what many today would refer to as polio. Not knowing what it was, Underwood chalked it up to teething and foul bowels.

Several decades later, the situation worsened with increasingly more children developing this strange paralysis, usually in their legs. Despite still not knowing what it was, doctors gave it a name: poliomyelitis, with the word polio standing for “grey,” as in grey tissue, and myelitis standing for inflammation of the spinal cord.

“A poliomyelitis was a lesion on your spinal cord,” Maready explains. “You could have more than one of them. But they didn’t know why children had begun developing them, seemingly out of nowhere.”

Scientific tests later linked arsenic, a popular medical ingredient at the time, to paralysis of the hind legs. Mercury, another common metal used in infant teething products, was also linked to the disease.

Throughout most of the 1800s, poliomyelitis would pop up here and there in children but there were no major epidemics of it. Then in the 1890s, the first outbreaks of polio suddenly emerged right around the time that a new arsenate-based pesticide was introduced.

This chemical concoction, which was designed to fight off the gypsy moth, contained both lead and arsenic. It was sprayed all over the Northeast right before the first real epidemics of poliomyelitis first began to emerge in the United States – also, not surprisingly, in the Northeast.

Not only children but also horses, dogs, chickens, pigs and other animals suddenly started to develop similar symptoms and many of them died. The cause? Lesions in their spinal cords caused by, you guessed it: heavy metal-induced poliomyelitis.

“Vaccines” contain heavy metals that cause polio and other diseases

It is important to note that polio as modern medicine d

AN : Time to check in on Telnar. :3

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Fel

Fel was strolling around the city while receiving a mixture of warm and wary looks, an obvious distinction as to who was in Telnar before and after the massacre, though both parties still gave her some extra space as she continued to look for spies.

She had caught about a dozen so far, but she simply gave them a scare before letting them go when she found out that they had nothing to do with Yez. Telnar was filled with spies from who knows how many different interests, and she didn't want to step on the toes of unrelated kingdoms, since way too many were doing it anyway. Releasing them also puts them on alert, so they wont be as likely to do something stupid. The only reason she was looking for Yez’s little rats was to spite her, and it occupied her time.

Fel was focused on listening to the faint conversations in all of the buildings she passed, making full use of her natural abilities.

“....go to the bakery? No well….” - ‘Skip’

“....ost thirty copper for all the clothing….” - ‘Skip’

“....nt believe how cheap enchanted items are here! A silver for….” - ‘Skip’

“...Ah~ Fuck~ Harde-did... Did you just? Ugh…” - ‘Been there... Skip.’

“....omething called the sentries. Some special strike force with enchanted weapons that could harm a dragon.” - ‘Oh?’

“So how are we going to get one? It sounds like something that they wouldn't just keep in a storage closet or hand out to some random soldier.” - ‘At least they think it ‘harms’ and not ‘kills’, because that might raise more eyebrows.’

“Didn't you hear me? They deployed them, so all we have to do is kill whoever has one and loot their corpse.” - ‘Now that would fall under doing something stupid.’

"Then we just deliver it to the handler, she'll take it from there." - 'Come on, say who you work for…'

"Alright then, I'll see if I can spot what one looks like. So what are you going to buy? I only have so muc-…" - 'Hard way it is then.'

Fel strode up to the door of the building they were in, a general goods shop by the look of it. She took a deep breath before entering silently. It didn't take long to find the pair, a selarin and a cyclops, and in the split moment of their shock she had her hands around both of their thro

Hello everyone,

Unfortunately, for financial reasons, I have to sell my entire game collection. A bundle of games, consoles, and accessories. The asking price for the complete collection is 9500 euros. The asking price is about 35-40% lower than the complete market value of the items. For more details on the games, I have an excel spreadsheet and can send more pictures.

(Price does not include shipping because this bundle will be shipped in the pallet, and it can vary greatly depending on the location of the buyer.)

I have an eBay seller account with good ratings, but at this point, the bundle's value is too high to be sold on my eBay account.

For local pick-ups, my postal code is 33100, Tampere, Finland.

I'll also post pictures of the package and send you a tracking number, and of course, the (package will be insured). I'll make sure that all packages are 100% secure. I pack every game, console, and accessories well. The games have been preserved out of sunlight in my office. The sealed games are stored in bubble wrap and inside a thick plastic bag in cardboard boxes. Inside the opened games, there is bubble wrap inside the covers to prevent the discs from moving in any way.

I am trying to sell this collection as one. So, no separate deals at this point.

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PS1 GAMES CIB / PAL

2002 Fifa world cup

40 Winks

Ace combat 3

Action bass

Action man

Action man: destruction X

Adidas power soccer

Air combat

Aironauts

Akuji the heartless

Alien resurrection

Alien trilogy

All-star racing 2

Anna Kournikova's Smash court tennis

Area 51

Armorines: project S.W.A.R.M.

Army men - air attack

Army men 3D

Army men air attack 2

Army men land, sea, air

Army men lock 'n' load

Army men, sargera's heroes 2

Assault

Atlantis the lost continent

ATV mania

B-movie

Batman of the future

Beach volleyball

Bomberman

Brian Lara cricket

Bust-a-move 2

Bust-a-move 4

C-12: final resistance

Carmageddon

Caesars palace

Celebrity deathmatch

Centipede

Championship bass

Championship manager quiz

Colin McRae rally

Colin McRae rally 2.0

Colony wars

Colony wars - red sun

Colony wars: vengeance

Command & Conquer

Command & conquer: red alert

Cool boarders

Cool boarders 2

Critical depth

Dancing stage euro mix

Dave Mirra Freestyle BMX

Dave Mirra Freestyle BMX maximum remix

Davis cup complete tennis

Dead ball zone

Deathtrap dungeon

Delta force urban warfare

Die-hard

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Hello you beautiful people!

The servers of NARAKA: BLADEPOINT will be suspended for maintenance from 01/05/2021 23:00 (UTC) to 01/06/2022 03:00 (UTC). We suggest that you log out in advance and enter the game again after the maintenance. Please be aware that you might lose ranked-points if you're still in a ranked-match and the server goes down!

The details for this update are as follows:

# New Event!

Time-limited Daily Check now available

Grand Final of the first NARAKA: BLADEPOINT World Championship is around the corner! The warm-up event Daily Check is available now to cheer for the NBWC!

Event time: 01/06/2022 Update – 01/15/2021 20:00 (UTC)

Event Info: Players who sign in a total of 7 days during the event can receive event-only accessory, Cavalry Treasure, and other event rewards. Let's cheer for the players and wait for the Herald's moment together!

Daily Check 1: NBWC exclusive avatar [NBWC·The Mundane]

Daily Check 2: NBWC exclusive accessory [NBWC·Carnelian Headband]

Daily Check 3: Tae 800x

Daily Check 4: Cavalry Treasure 1x

Daily Check 5: NBWC Gift

Daily Check 6: Cavalry Coins 5x

Daily Check 7: Spectral Silk 800x

# Hero Adjustments!

I. Valda Cui

1. Shortened the delay before Tide Traps in Valda Cui's [Haze: Teleport] become active, from 0.3s to 0.1s.

2. Adjusted the damage that Valda Cui knocks back the surrounding enemies when using ultimates [Nether Nightmare], from 100% to 10%.

3. The base attack of Valda Cui's water spears from her [Nether Nightmare] and [Nether Nightmare: Bind] ultimates now increases along with her weapon rarity. The specific adjusted ratios are as follows:

[Nether Nightmare]:

Base attack when unarmed or wielding a common weapon is now approximately 62.5% of that before the update.

Base attack when wielding a rare weapon is now approximately 75.0% of that before the update.

Base attack when wielding an epic weapon is now approximately 87.5% of that before the update.

Base attack when wielding a legendary weapon is now approximately 100.0% of that before the update.

[Nether Nightmare: Bind] Horizontal strikes:

Base attack when unarmed or wielding a common weapon is now approximately 72.0% of that before the update.

Base attack when wielding a rare weapon is now approximately 86.5% of that before the update.

Base attac

Pilot on me!!

Christopher Walken

My company requires us to fly ODPs when they exist, when departing at night or in IMC. Typically we find ourselves departing VFR (if able), flying the ODP, and getting clearance airborne, or we are assigned a SID, or the ATC instruction upon departure isn't in direct conflict with the ODP, so it all works out.

We found ourselves in a situation where we were departing a Class D (KHKY), just outside of the Charlotte Bravo, and our destination was Charlotte (KCLT). The tower at HKY was closed, and we decided to get clearance on the ground to Charlotte to avoid any airborne delays holding us outside of the Bravo.

Departing Rwy 6 has us following an ODP, which is referenced as the Hickory 3 SID for all runways, which states runway heading to 4000'. Our clearance was "when entering controlled airspace, turn right heading 190°, climb 4,000". So the altitude matches what the ODP states, but the heading is in conflict.

Given that we were not going to be in radar contact with radar vectors, until being able to establish communications with ATC, my co-pilot assumed that entering controlled airspace simply meant entering Class E beginning at 700'. My understanding was that we would fly the ODP to completion, and then follow the assigned heading from the clearance, unless we could establish communications with radar vectors prior to completion of the ODP.

According to AIM 5-2-8 "ODPs are recommended for obstruction clearance and may be flown without ATC clearance unless an alternate departure procedure (SID or radar vector) has been specifically assigned by ATC", and given that nothing else was assigned, we went with my understanding of flying it to completion, at which time we were able to get a word in on frequency while initiating our turn to 190°.

The controller didn't express any issues with this handling of the situation, but it got me thinking. I understand that the phrase "when entering controlled airspace" is sort of a safety net for ATC to avoid any issues created by a pilot turning into terrain below the MVA, but let's assume the airport in question was located in a box canyon. Simply getting to Class E airspace at 700' and turning would cause you to smash into the terrain. Given this, is my understanding correct that you would be expected to complete the ODP and then follow ATC instructions when safe to do so?

Nothing, he was gladiator.

When Formula 1 was started back in 1950 there were essentially two rules: your engine needed to be naturally aspirated and under 2,5 litres in size. The safety equipment boiled down to the gentle suggestion of a leather helmet and whatever wild courage you could scrape together on the day. No seat belts, though.

In 2020 the mountains of safety regulations and improvement ensured the survival of French driver Romain Grosjean in a crash that many thought would cost the driver his life. Even though his car was ripped in two, his head got pushed through a barrier and the whole thing went up in flames, he survived with his mos severe injury being severe burns on his hands. He started driving again less than a year later.

How did we get from A to B? A lot of dead drivers, one Flying Scot, a very persistent Professor of Neurosurgery and a 7-kilo piece of titanium, but let’s untangle it.

If this entire thing seems familiar to some of you, it was posted over on /r/HobbyDrama two weeks ago and is now reposted here in a shiny updated, corrected and aimed at F1 fans version with an okay from the mods and the encouragement from some folks from over there.

But for this audience it might need another disclaimer: this is by no means an all-encompassing write-up on safety in Formula One, it’s more aimed at summarizing the basic developments and highlighting the progress made. So if y’all have more facts and figures, please drop them in the comments! Also, some quotes might seem familiar if you’ve seen The Killer Years, I’ll be posting a full list of sources in a comment tomorrow.

‘Everything goes’

Formula 1 developed out of the European Championship of Grand Prix motorsport racing in the 1920s and 1930s and started pretty much directly after the war ended, with the first races in 1947 and the first full World Championship taking place in 1950. It was quite the hodgepodge operation with no real understanding of the dangers of motorsport, and it showed.

If you had a barrier, it consisted of straw bales haphazardly placed at the side of the road. Drivers and constructors could ent

I'm surprised it hasn't decade.

Right then. The special that should have taken a week took three and is going to be continuing after chapter 140 of the main story with another 'special chapter' coming out every 10 chapters from then on.

In other news I was finally convinced to set up a patreon for this little project of mine. You wont get anything for pledging except a happy and slightly more drunk Danish student and to the rest of you don't worry. Nothing is getting locked away behind a paywall.

From what I can see and hear people have really enjoyed them but they are not doing that well in comparison to the main story. I do compel you to go check them out if you want. Otherwise Lean back and enjoy the show as we get on with chapter 137. Nicely edited of course by Bushmaster and UnwavoringGrey

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Anniversary special

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Chapter 137: Hunger Games

“So then, pipsqueak, ready to get your ass kicked?” Glira chuckled as her crew set about adjusting her nets, Jarix looking down to Tom and Saph pleadingly.

It had been a busy few days of packing supplies and getting the Deriva Keep folk sent home. Saph had kept busy helping plan for winter as well as getting the keep back in order after the festival. It had been a few days, but they had finally gotten around to Glira and Jarix's little hunting competition. Much to her surprise though, Jarix actually seemed to be less than confident, rather unlike his usual self.

“You’re sure we can’t convince Tom to let us use the fifty?”

“Yup,” Saph replied as she was looking o