SomeGuy
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I believe those are called boudica wheel spikesYou could add some nasty cutters on to the ends of the axels, like the Roman chariots in the old movies.
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Wheeled RC Tank Build
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I believe those are called boudica wheel spikes
Sort of sounds sexy. Like Boudoir. But it prolly wasn't!
LoL well I found the next weak point...seems 1/2" solid aluminum rod isn't quite enough to handle the bouncing around on rough terrain.
What was the bar for?
SomeGuy
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That was one of the drive axles holding a wheel.
Wow. Looks like you could use some suspension improvements. Maybe tubular steel? Or axle dampening?
SomeGuy
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I've got some 1/2" steel rod on hand that I'll try first.
The suspension amounts to the rubber in the tires, there's nothing else. I'd have to do a completely new design to add suspension, though maybe version 2.
I actually suspected that, but didn't want to jump in with that foot first.
Basically that means the load on the axle can go to infinity minus a tire whenever the thing tries to fly........
SomeGuy
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Thanks for watching it...it was, something. I have a lot of ideas on how to improve it for a version 2.
Get your mill yet?
Looks to me like you had a riot making and failing that nale.....
Love your Tupperware Nale garage too.....
Although I know now that it will never happen, I always wanted to build a tracked tank. In fact, we drive past the old armory every so often and they have a tracked tank on display. I think sometimes about buying one and using it to work dirt on my farm. How cool would that be!
Prolly not cool at all. In fact, I bet it's an oven inside one of those! But hey, there is a little boy hiding inside every old man someplace.
@Susquatch said "I bet it's an oven inside one of those! But hey, there is a little boy hiding inside every old man someplace."
True story:
My Dad was a tank Commander during WWII. He didn't say a lot about the War until his later years. He did say that inside the tank was not the most comfortable place to be but better than a muddy ditch. The worst part was the stale air + the fumes from firing their gun (gunpowder smoke trapped inside). A Canadian tank Commander (Commander or Platoon Leader) was in charge of 4 tanks. Four Canadian tanks were considered to be a fair fight against one German tank. During battle, the Commander would usually have his head sticking out of the turret so he could direct the other 3 tanks that would be all closed up. Near the end of the War, his tank was hit and he was blown out of the turret like a champagne cork. They were retreating at the time. They couldn't carry out the bodies and only saved the wounded. He was left for dead with a broken back and was paralyzed. The next day when the Germans were collecting their wounded they pushed his body off the road and into a muddy ditch. He couldn't move but could hear & see them and he knew a bit of German. One German said, "he isn't stiff" (no rigor mortis). The other German said "so shoot him" and the guy shot my Dad twice (he apparently wasn't a very good shot). The next day the Germans retreated and the battle lines changed again. The Canadians were collecting bodies on a wagon. They noticed he wasn't stiff so they threw him in the back of the Jeep instead of onto the wagon. They still didn't think he was alive.
Anyhow - after being patched up and sent home, he spent many months recovering at Sunnybrook (Toronto). He always had a sore back but that never stopped him from leading a normal life and a successful career. Throughout his life, it was a regular occurrence for a piece of shrapnel to work its way out and break through his skin like a large sliver. I was visiting when my Mother pulled a piece out of his back when he was 90 and still living at home. He passed peacefully at 92.
CW
True story:
My Dad was a tank Commander during WWII. He didn't say a lot about the War until his later years. He did say that inside the tank was not the most comfortable place to be but better than a muddy ditch. The worst part was the stale air + the fumes from firing their gun (gunpowder smoke trapped inside). A Canadian tank Commander (Commander or Platoon Leader) was in charge of 4 tanks. Four Canadian tanks were considered to be a fair fight against one German tank. During battle, the Commander would usually have his head sticking out of the turret so he could direct the other 3 tanks that would be all closed up. Near the end of the War, his tank was hit and he was blown out of the turret like a champagne cork. They were retreating at the time. They couldn't carry out the bodies and only saved the wounded. He was left for dead with a broken back and was paralyzed. The next day when the Germans were collecting their wounded they pushed his body off the road and into a muddy ditch. He couldn't move but could hear & see them and he knew a bit of German. One German said, "he isn't stiff" (no rigor mortis). The other German said "so shoot him" and the guy shot my Dad twice (he apparently wasn't a very good shot). The next day the Germans retreated and the battle lines changed again. The Canadians were collecting bodies on a wagon. They noticed he wasn't stiff so they threw him in the back of the Jeep instead of onto the wagon. They still didn't think he was alive.
Anyhow - after being patched up and sent home, he spent many months recovering at Sunnybrook (Toronto). He always had a sore back but that never stopped him from leading a normal life and a successful career. Throughout his life, it was a regular occurrence for a piece of shrapnel to work its way out and break through his skin like a large sliver. I was visiting when my Mother pulled a piece out of his back when he was 90 and still living at home. He passed peacefully at 92.
CW
SomeGuy
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That is absolutely incredible and truly a testimate of sheer human will to survive.