It’s good to be the Admiral.
Thanks for the helmet info, Loach and ExTank.
It’s good to be the Admiral.
Thanks for the helmet info, Loach and ExTank.
I’m not sure I see the relevance of your comment. Not all aircraft have ejection seats, and racecars have large amounts of fuel that can pose a life-threatening hazard to a driver who can’t get out of his restraints in a hurry. (Google “fiery race crash.”) And if the ammo goes off inside the tank, you aren’t going to be able to get out fast enough whether you’re strapped in or not.
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I wouldn’t want to trust any quick-release harness made by the lowest bidder.
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Every other component in the tank, plus your helmet, your boots, your sidearm, etc., are all (presumably) made by the lowest bidder. Why would the harnesses be any different?
I designed the electronic analog speedometer for the first production run back in 1975 or so and the speedo scale only went to 45 mph/70 kph at that time.
I am sure the instrument panel has been redesigned since then and probably has a digital display nowadays.
Does the microphone have a switch between the in-tank comm and the radio? I can imagine times when the commander does not want crew to hear some things.
I know this is the punchline, but I’ve forgotten the joke. Could you tell it?
With the Abrams it was updated to CDAT. Computerized Dumb Assed Tanker. Used by the jealous Infantry because we don’t have to walk and they do. And they don’t like it when we call them Crunchies.
Of course my state got rid of our tanks and now I’m a Combat Engineer. So I’m a crunchy now.
Or this picture.
It was more in the way of a lame joke than an actual point. IME, there just weren’t many instances where a five-point restraint system would be of any use. The few cases where it might have were all caused by delibrate operator misuse of the vehicle, not even “error;” the driver was deliberately zig-zagging back-and-forth across a gravel road cut into the side of a hill. He got too close to the bad side of the road, it gave way, and the tank rolled down the hill.
They like it even less when we roll by, as they trudge wearily along under their burdensome packs, and have to eat our dust.
Screw 'em.
They should’ve joined up for Armor. At least they could’ve gone Mech. Infantry.