A very humorous story by Sue Petersová KA9GNR, translated by Martin OK1RR, appeared in Radioamaterské zpravodáj 4/1985. It's so unreal that… maybe it's real. I recently received a video by email from an acquaintance that is inspired by the theme of this story, although I think it's better in ham radio, HI. Have fun!
The local branch of the insurance company in N.
Based on your request, I am specifying the data in the third section of the form on the occurrence of an insurance event. Originally, I stated "bad planning" as the cause of the insurance event, and now I state important details to which I attach considerable importance. antennas for television. On the incriminated day, I finished work on the top of the 30-meter antenna mast. In order to save myself work, I loaded about 150 kg of tools and the remaining material at the top of the mast into a barrel tied to a rope, which was guided over a pulley, as I had previously secured the end of the rope by tying it at the foot of the mast. Here I also note, as stated in the 11th column of the form: that I weigh (my weight is) 80 kg.
In the moment of surprise, when after untying the rope I started to climb up slowly at first, later very quickly, I lost my presence of mind and forgot to let go of the rope. At a height of 15 meters I collided with a barrel, which resulted in a fractured skull and a broken collarbone. My ascent stopped only when I was stopped by a pulley, into which two of my fingers got.
My presence of mind returned to me only at a height of 30 meters, that's why I didn't let go of the rope. Again, I draw attention to the fact that I weigh 80 kg, while the barrel, after all the material spilled out of it on the ground, is only 10 kg. Therefore, I began to move very quickly downwards. At a height of 15 meters above the ground, I collided with the barrel again, which resulted in fractures of both ankles, bruised legs and the back of the body. Fortunately, the collision with the barrel slowed my movement so much that after hitting a pile of spilled material, I only fractured three vertebrae. However, I regret to inform you that due to the pain, I again lost my presence of mind and forgot about the empty barrel at a height of 30 meters above me. I let go of the rope and . . .
He worked on the themes of Sue Peterová KA9GNR, Electron magazine and G3FXB, and hopefully warns others with that.
OK1RR (RZ 4/1985)