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Dick Brooker
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Swing Installation by Dick Brooker, Raizekiel Malbrandt, Mr. Stackhouse

January 15th, 2009 3:40 PM / Location: 61.577077,-149.4149

INSTRUCTIONS: Install a swing somewhere that does not currently have a swing.

Finally! After much deliberation on where we could put a swing, a few failed attempts and a couple false starts, we hung our swing.
Our first idea was to mount it to a street light. That failed. Epically. We tried a ladder, but at -20 Fahrenheit, an aluminum ladder begins to look sketchy to a guy hold a 50 pound tire. Plan B. I stood on top of my father's truck, swinging a bag with a can of seltzer water in it, attached to the rope, attached to the swing. The seltzer water went up, up, up... then back down, crashing into the windshield before I could pull it back. The wind shield was fine, the can exploded, and everyone else in the truck were scared out of their minds. In the eternal words of my older sister: "I peed a little".
Then we get to our current plan, hang it from the underside of the bridge in town. We were almost ready when I got a call from Justin Stade's mom. We had to rush to the hospital, ruining our plans for the day. I had to stay as close to Stade as I could for the next few days, until I knew the surgery for his brain tumor had gone well. It went well.
PLAN C! Hopefully it would be a success. We chose to hang our tire swing under the bridge so that people or more accurately, hobos, could watch the train go by, and enjoy themselves.

- smaller

DRIVE THE CAH!

DRIVE THE CAH!

Destination: Bridge, Mode of Transportation: 1980 Toyota Corona, Driver: T. Keane Baker,


Storm

Storm

I think this is completely backwards. We just got a heatwave, it was raining, the roads we wet, there was mud everywhere, it was 45 degrees. Not winter in Alaska if you ask me.


Ready?

Ready?

We climbed the hill under the bridge and proceeded along a trench about a foot wide... not pleasant while wearing bondage pants. We then took a few minutes to untangle the cursed rope.


I Luv Cody

I Luv Cody

Me, untangling the damn rope. It took almost ten minutes. Under a bridge. Covered in ice. My thoughts: We could have possibly chosen a better place. But really, could we? Who doesn't want to watch a train from a tire swing? Graffiti Caption: "I Luv Cody". Better than "Fuck Me Sideways" but way under "Hobos Win".


Crush

Crush

Here we are with Hope, Pachi and myself crunched under the bridge, in the final stages of untangling the rope.


Do What!?

Do What!?

For the laughs... honestly, what are these taggers thinking?


Getting A Leg Up

Getting A Leg Up

There was no room to bend over and tie the swing to the metal rods we found, so I had to get myself out of the way by putting my leg over the edge. For one afraid of heights, this was unsettling at best.


Drop Anchor!

Drop Anchor!

As we begin to lower the swing... Hobo's win... grammar please?


Victoly!

Victoly!

If it wasn't so dark, Mr. Stackhouse could have focused his camera better, but it's fine, we got the shot. Also, the rope was a bit shorter than expected, so it's hanging about 2 feet higher than we would have liked.


Pop A Cap In Yo...

Pop A Cap In Yo...

Our photographer was testing out the swing, and Hope was testing out Pachi's BB pistol... NOTE: No photographers were hurt during the documentation of this task.


Test Drive

Test Drive

Aside from being 8 feet off of the ground, our swing was a success. Now you can sit and watch the train under the bridge. That is, If you're into that kind of thing.


And With A Little Motivation...

And With A Little Motivation...

We had thought of doing this when we hung the swing, but we didn't have spray paint. Stark, this is for you, buddy.



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posted by Kendra Mctits on January 15th, 2009 3:55 PM

i'm impressed.
if i was a hobo, i would be very grateful for that tire swing.
:3

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posted by Sara Chan on January 15th, 2009 3:57 PM

Wasn't the bridge Brian's idea?

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posted by Raizekiel Malbrandt on January 15th, 2009 4:02 PM

No? I don't know. Does it matter?

So obvious! So delicious!
posted by Stark on January 15th, 2009 4:02 PM

go back, add an "S" after Hobo's and a "g" before the exclamation point, and this comment turns into a five point vote. And perhaps more.

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posted by Raizekiel Malbrandt on January 15th, 2009 4:04 PM

We were thinking of that, but I have no spray paint. As soon as I do, I totally will.

You got Moxie. Maybe even a little chutzpah.
posted by Waldo Cheerio on January 15th, 2009 5:29 PM

I really doubt you thought of that. It took me fully two minutes to work out what Senator Burn Unit meant by his particular suggestion. I agree though, Hobo's S. Wing would be excellent, particularly if you make it look like that was the original intent.

Aside from that, is the swing... swingable?

That's Genuinely Insulting
posted by Raizekiel Malbrandt on January 15th, 2009 8:20 PM

Really now? If you don't want to believe that, fine, I'm not going to argue with you.
The original intent was to put Hobo'swing because there was an "s" in it already, but I liked Stark's idea better.

Yes, the swing is swingable, just a little difficult to get onto if you aren't of average height.

I'll take Swords for 400 Trebek.
posted by Waldo Cheerio on January 15th, 2009 10:14 PM

Hobo's South Wing indeed...

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posted by Stark on January 15th, 2009 8:36 PM

That. Is what I'm talkin' about.

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posted by Kate Saturday on August 18th, 2010 10:22 PM

i love the idea of a little guy with a battered top had and sad clown makeup eating beans from a can and flapping the toes of his enormous shoes, watching the train go by, thinking about moving down the line, while below him another hobo who gave him the boost to your 8' high swing jumps up and down and shouts "c'mon, brother! give the swing to Cornbread Willy!"