When you’re sitting on the throne
In the skunk works of $major engine manufacturer, and you hear an engine on the other side of the firewall go south, it sort of alters the trajectory of your own emissions.
the test bank close to the crappers is where they run up the fuel-gas powered engines- big ones, over 80 liter displacement and over 1500 horsepower- made to run on methane, natural gas, propane, whatever. The test cells look like big garden sheds wrapped in layers of nomex and Kevlar. The “Sheds” themselves are made of continuously welded plate steel, some of it several inches thick. The inside of several of them look as though they were chewed on by some huge and nasty creature.
Yep, sitting on the throne and hearing that go pear shaped almost literally on the other side of the wall, well, I will be shitting rotini for another couple of days, I think.
That may be part of the health plan at that facility. If they don’t have veggies on the lunch menu, this could be “digestive assistance”.
Any obviously patched holes in the wall next to the test fac? Those don’t inspire confidence at all. Best to retrofit with a drawstring if you plan on being there for long!
Have a happy day.
I have had a similar, “acute pucker factor” thrust upon me while working for a company whose initials stand for “Generosity Excluded”. Good times, good times…
I used to do onsite calibration in the engine shed of a locomotive refurb/reman company. You sometimes heard interesting sounds there, too. Not often, just when somebody thought something was ready to spin up when (as became clear) it definitely wasn’t.
Last time we got hit by an earthquake, I was already sitting on the throne. Made clean-up a snap. Just had to flush before we lost water.
Ragin’ Dave, that brings new meaning to “That one made the earth move!” :P
Remind me to tell you the one about the pressure test tech who mistakenly put high pressure on the low pressure side of a brazed aluminum heat exchanger…
Piffle you should read the AAR of what it sounds like when the 80ft long crankshaft of a 2 stroke marine diesel that powers a 300,000 tonne super tanker self destructs under load.
My favourite line was “when all the noise stopped…”