Flywheels, was UPS risks
My father was an "His Majesty's Inspector of Armaments" at a large factory during WW2, where they produced camera lenses, gunsights, and bombing predicters. The factory was on the north side of Clapham Common, and there was a huge steam engine in the basement driving a generator to power the machines in the factory. One night in 1942, Jerry came over and bombed the shit out of the factory and surrounding area. The seismic shock snapped the 12" diameter crankshaft and the 10 foot diameter by 2 foot face width flywheel climbed out of its pit, demolished what was left of the basement wall, and trundled off across the common, eventually ending up spinning like a giant coin and settling down in a pond. They never rebuilt the factory, it was relocated in Barnet, on the northern outskirts of London, so Dad had to relocate as well, so I was born in Barnet General Hospital some five years later.
Biting the hand that feeds IT
