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yes they ARE still made of wood

Sometimes you climb by holding on as tight as you can with your claws.
Sometimes you get big machines to give you a boost.

Our street is 104 meters / 341 feet long and it's been all torn up to install and bury new plumbing. Not just for me, for everybody who's here. On the way, the plumbers dug up that 104-meter length of baked clay sections from 1910 and wooden framework from 1883. More than a hundred years ago. Nobody here now was here then. So this was a time travel dealie too. Downwards and backwards. All over the street, big drama for ten days.

There are a number of machines, the biggest is this 30-ton crane that straddles the street and climbs over hills it had just made:

It has a big appetite for moving sand and digging through time.. sometimes it flexed its double jaws ...

Actually it does not have double jaws, this is just a trick, it picked up spare buckets and moved them up and down the street along with everything else. No other way they could be moved easily, especially when the site is skinned down to sand.

Eventually the street would have a new skin, this is Crane's little sister eating 64 bricks at one gulp and moving them over into place, the shadow of its neck made me think of Jurassic Park...

Teamwork. The foreman is only about one meter down here, but the crane operator cannot see him because he is on the opposite side of the bucket... they did this a whole bunch, which always scared me, his body working so close to all that iron. He'll go down into the hole much farther when it gets a lot deeper...

Sometimes the bucket had to excavate *under* existing pipework without hurting it (internet, phone, elec, little stuff like that --- NOT from either 1883 nor 1910, lol); so big a set of teeth for such a delicate bite:

One of the smaller machines has a much bigger driver. Couldn't believe he wore the traditional wooden Dutch shoes (until he clacked on down the new sidewalk in them.) The shoes were originally invented in some last century to use on farms, so you could protect your feet from being broken if a cow did not take a liking to you (maybe your hands were too cold?) and wanted to step on yours. His shoes are yellow and they have painted designs:

What this teaches me is that no matter how monstrous the machines or how small, nothing is done unless men and women do it. They turned the street into this big sandbox, and it reminds me of my own very little one with my toys when I was very little too.

Next, the crew invited me to sit on the edge of a steel beam and shoot straight down into one of the pits the 30-tonner had dug, to keep on photographing the foreman, who was taking most of the risks... maybe they wanted to see if I would fall off. At times I wished I'd had retractable claws I could stick out of my butt...

They say the street will not need to be reopened like this for the next 150 years. It will be 2160 then, and you won't be here and I won't either, neither will they. But I really don't want to hurry that, so I held on tight as I could...

But that's the next post, a bit big for this one.


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May. 5th, 2010 01:41 pm (UTC)
Do you know what happened to them? Did you use a bigger pair in the circus?

Keeping a kid in different sizes must have taken parents a lot of carving time or shopping time, seems to meee... =)
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