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rub one out┃(for your viewing pleasure-verse)

pornstar!eddie x director!reader

a cheeky (pun intended) bit of filth based on part of my blurb series. I was trying to keep the snippets short, but this just kinda poured out of me over the past couple days.

cw: sex work, simulated adultery, oral (fem receiving)

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Maybe this was a bad idea.

You couldn’t escape the nagging thought as you stepped outside, tightening the belt on your fluffy white bathrobe, tugging at the terrycloth tail and twisting it in your fingers. Your eyes flitted to each member of your crew, all of them in position waiting to get this show on the road.

Why were you so nervous? You’d certainly done this enough times before not to get stage fright. So why did your stomach feel more tangled than the box of electrical cords in Lenny’s truck?

Part of you almost wished it would rain, or the ground would open up and swallow you whole so you didn’t have to go through with this. But the concrete remained solid under your feet, and the sky overhead showed no signs of altering its radiant blue color. Perfect.

It’s gonna be fine, you thought in an attempt to soothe yourself. It’s all gonna be fine.

And you almost believed it would be.

Sammy, who was barely a step up from an intern, had swiftly been promoted once the plan for you to replace your no-show leading lady was set in motion. You weren’t worried about her, though—she was smart and a quick study; she knew all the shots you needed, and she had a good eye.

If you couldn’t be behind the camera yourself, she was pretty much the only one you trusted.

Well…maybe not the only one.

Eddie’s eyes met yours as soon as you stepped out of the trailer. The sunlight hit his deep brown irises, making them glow the color of rich honey. But behind the liquid gold, you could see his own nerves and it made your stomach flip, wondering what he could possibly be nervous about.

“Hey,” he said quietly as he came up next to you. “You good?”

For a moment, you considered lying. Flashing him a thumbs up or shooting him finger guns like one of those tools you used to do this with. But you knew better by now when it came to Eddie.

“Nope,” you chuckled. “I’m kinda shitting myself.”

“Well, that’s just what the guy about to fuck you wants to hear,” he chuckled back.

A real smile breaks through your tense, fake one and a genuine laugh bubbles up out of your chest. Eddie’s eyes shine when he hears it and the sight makes your chest feel all warm inside.

“No, you’re right,” you said. “I’m okay, I just…don’t know why I’m so nervous.”

His plush pink lips pressed into a straight line, his tongue poking out as he licked them. He reached out a reassuring hand and placed it on your shoulder, rubbing it through your robe.

“You’re gonna be great,” he assured, sounding a lot more certain than you felt.

Easy for him to say. He’s a fucking natural.

Even on your best day doing this, you never felt like you were great at it—competent, sure. Maybe even above average. But not great. Not at all the way you felt since getting behind the camera.

You nodded tightly, your hesitation still written all over your face. His eyes scanned over you and he swallowed thickly, his throat bobbing. He then leaned in and placed his lips beside your ear.

“You look…really beautiful,” he said.

His warm breath rushed across your neck, the heat coming off his skin making your ears buzz. An explosion of fluttering began in your stomach, like there were butterfly cocoons in your cereal that morning and now they were all hatching.

“We should get moving,” you said, pulling back. “Burning daylight.”

Eddie straightened. He nodded and you nodded back, sliding past him to do final checks before you started rolling. Telling yourself he must have pumped or popped a Viagra to explain away that bulge in his pants that definitely wasn’t there before he came over to talk to you.

The nerves didn’t disappear once you started working, but your body and brain did snap into a kind of performance mode you remembered well.

You started with some still photography for the VHS box art—shots of you in progressing states of undress, your robe dropping off your shoulder, Eddie pulling it open to reveal your body, his hand running up your thigh in a slow caress.

He let it trail all the way up your stomach and chest until he curled his finger under your chin and tipped your face toward his, letting his lips hover just inches away from yours. Your eyes fluttered closed and your heart raced, thinking he might close the gap and actually kiss you—

But after the shutter snapped, he simply let his hand drop and backed away. 

The loss of his body heat sent a chill down your spine and you shivered despite the blazing sun overhead. Eddie’s eyes caught yours, the nearly imperceptible lift of his brow asking, ‘you okay?’ You nodded and another shiver skittered across your skin as you pulled your robe back up.

For the next shot, you climbed up on the massage table and he got into position behind you. His body pressed yours down, your back arching under him as he dipped his head low to take the lobe of your ear between his teeth, palming your exposed breast with his large, strong hand. 

You let your mouth hang open, not even needing to fake the look of desperation on your face. And let yourself believe Eddie’s excitement you could feel digging into the fat of your ass was real too. The little grunts and whines he let out when you wriggled against him certainly didn’t sound fake.

After the photos, there was nothing left to do but move on to the main event. 

You and Eddie reset—him standing in frame, you just outside of it. Sammy panned the camera around, establishing the setting, zooming in on the fountain feature in the pool and then coming around to film Eddie as he snapped a fresh towel and laid it out on the massage table.

From your spot off-camera, it’s impossible not to be mesmerized by the sight. Biceps rippling, tendons in his arms flexing as he smoothed the towel flat. His tattoos stood out even more than normal with him in white slacks and a white polo meant to give the impression of him being an employee of the resort. And the little twist your hair and make-up girl Jael did is something new that only further accentuates the thick column of his neck and his angular jaw.

He’d left off his rings and bracelets, as was typical when he was filming, and you couldn’t help but think about that day in the editing suite. When he’d touched your knee, and you felt the silver ridges press into your flesh. It had jarred you somewhat, how right it felt to have his hand there and how you’d nearly leaned in to meet his lips when you saw his face getting closer.

You hadn’t kissed him that day—promptly removing yourself from temptation in an attempt to salvage some shred of your professionalism. And you (mostly) felt good about that decision. It would have been reckless and destructive and your entire working relationship might have been compromised. You’d made the right call that day, you were sure of it. Mostly…

But today was different. Today, it wasn’t going to derail your career. If anything, your career was mandating you give in to those urges that had plagued you so relentlessly. And that was when it hit you all at once—the realization about as subtle as a train crashing through a wall.

You were going to fuck Eddie.

You’re going to feel firsthand what it’s like to have his face and cock buried between your legs; what it’s like to suck on his fingers and soak them with your spit before he presses them to your clit; what he sounds like when he comes all over your stomach or tits (you can’t quite recall what the script specifies, you just know it’s meant to be outside so he can dotingly clean you up after). 

The barrage of thoughts that storm through your mind are so consuming, you nearly miss your cue to enter the scene. But once you do, you’re rather grateful for the distraction of the set-up dialogue:

“It’ll just be me, today. My husband has a meeting he couldn’t get out of.”

“No, no, it’s not his fault. I got it as a surprise for our anniversary—I should have known better than to book it without checking his schedule.”

“I’m afraid I never know how much to take off for a massage…what do you suggest?”

Eddie answered your last question with a smooth, “Whatever makes you most comfortable,” and a smile so warm it would melt the ice caps.

Giving him a smile of your own, you slowly pulled at the tie of your robe. It fell to the ground in a heap at your feet and Eddie’s dark eyes roved over you hungrily. Now revealed to be completely naked, you feigned some degree of shyness: ducking your head low, looking up at him from underneath your lashes, brushing your hand over your stomach as though to hide it while really drawing his eyes to its plush softness.

“Is this alright?” you asked him with a coy smirk. Eddie grinned, still drinking you in.

“Absolutely,” he breathed. And the raptness in his eyes almost had you believing him.

You took your time getting up on the table, propping yourself up on all fours, letting him (and the camera) take a good, long look at the fullness of your hips before you settled in place. Arms at your side, you took a deep breath as you laid flat on your stomach, relieved there wouldn’t be much dialogue needed for this next part.

Through the little donut headrest at the end of the table, you saw Sammy’s feet as she moved in close—filming tight on Eddie’s hands while he pumped massage oil onto them and warmed it by spreading it between his palms.

Your chest tightened, nerves coiling in your stomach as you anticipated his touch, forcing your body to keep still so you didn’t pull focus.

He smoothed some oil over your skin, starting at the ankles and thoroughly coating your calves. The smell of clary sage filled the air, earthy and warm. And underneath it, a clean and woodsy scent you recognized as Eddie’s soap wafted up to your nose when he leaned in closer.

His fingertips began to knead your muscles, slipping and sliding easily over your skin that was slick with the oil. He made tiny circles with his thumbs, alternating back and forth as they moved in a steady pattern up your calf.

Oh, that’s right…

In all the hubbub, you’d forgotten the whole concept for this shoot was borne on the fact that Eddie went to massage school for real. He’d told you before, after he left his hometown (shit, what was it again? Hawk-something…) that he started collecting different jobs like merit badges.

Just bounced from thing to thing, trying his hand (sometimes both) at whatever life presented. And that included porn. He’d said he only auditioned for that first film he did because someone he’d slept with a handful of times knew a casting director and suggested he’d be good at it.

“He certainly had the dick for it” were her exact words, if you recalled. Strange to think in a way, you might owe that girl your career.

Through the pleasurable haze your mind dipped into having Eddie’s capable hands erasing every ounce of stress you carried in your muscles, you realized he was moving the scene right along while you just lay there humming and moaning with relief at his practiced touch.

He’d lowered his voice to that deep, rumbly register he always used when he was building towards the next phase. His DM voice, as he so affectionately dubbed it. Rough and gravely, yet even and tempered, guiding both you and the audience along on the journey of this fuck.

“I hope you don’t mind me saying…but your husband’s a jackass for missings out on this.”

Your heartbeat picked up in your chest as he moved to your thighs. His fingertips dug into your flesh, kneading it like dough, letting his thumbs swerve dangerously close to your center.

“You deserve someone who puts you first…who knows what he has and worships you…”

One of his thumbs swiped briefly over your puffy lips, and you knew he felt how wet you were.

“You know, I’d never let you out of my sight if you were mine…”

His words dripped slowly and intentionally past his lips, his hands creeping higher and higher up your legs. At last, they slid over the globes of your ass and he groaned as he squeezed one in each hand, spreading you apart to see your center, soaked with arousal that had been pooling there, truth be told, from the moment Eddie had told you how beautiful you looked. 

You heard Eddie’s next line in your head before he said it, “If you really want to relax, I can try a very special technique. I don’t do it for just anyone. It’s a little bit…unorthodox…”

And you were more than ready to take him up on his offer once he delivered the line. 

But Eddie went off script.

Instead of hearing words, you felt the wet heat of his tongue glide through your folds as he buried his face between your spread ass cheeks. Your head popped out of the headrest, letting out a breathy moan of surprise and delight.

The shock on your face was evident as Sammy pushed in close to capture your expression, but so was your pure and utter elation. You’d never felt anything so good in your life…

And it seemed you weren’t the only one.

Eddie groaned loudly as he lapped messily at your folds, his spit mixing with your slick that covered the bottom half of his face. And it was only after a few blissful seconds of eager licking that he even realize what he’d done.

“I’m—mmph—sorry, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry—” He panted out in between sinful swirls of his tongue, his he words muffled by your ass cheeks because he couldn’t stand to pull away even a little, even long enough to speak. “I had to taste you…”

”It’s okay,” you answered, voice already wrecked beyond belief. “It’s okay, just keep going—”

The command is directed at him as much as it is the crew, who only panicked slightly. Eddie never did stuff like this and they just weren’t ready.

They got back on track quickly enough, Sammy signaling the boom mic to get as close as he can without dipping into frame in order to pick up every lurid slurp and suck of Eddie’s mouth.

After no more than a few minutes, the fluffy towel under you was bunched in your fists and your hips squirmed as Eddie continued to eat you out like a mad man. His tight grip on your ass cheeks held fast, spreading you wider still so his tongue could probe deeper. The sounds he pulled out of you didn’t even sound human to your ears, let alone recognizable as your own voice. 

But you didn’t care.

However you sounded, however you looked, it was superfluous to what Eddie was doing and the precipice he brought you to. Your orgasm hit harder than any drug, than any physical blow. It had you shaking uncontrollably, reaching back to grip the hair at the crown of his head as your hips pushed back to meet every thrust of his tongue while you rode out your exceptional high.

You felt its tingling sensation spread to every inconsequential inch of your body, like an ocean of fire that crashed over you in wave after wave of scorching pleasure. Drowning you in it.

When you finally found the strength in your limp limbs to roll over onto your back, Eddie’s eyes were waiting to meet yours. You could see on his face how sorry he was, how worried he was he’d fucked up. And you tried to communicate with him in that mind-melding, wordless sort of way you and he always did that it was fine—that people were going to love it.

Cocking your brow at him, dipping into a more salacious tone to really sell the transformation from demure housewife to lusty adulterer, you threw in a little adlib of your own.

“That’s some technique you’ve got there,” you teased him, propping yourself up on your elbows. “My husband’s certainly never done that before.”

Eddie’s sly smile returned, his lips curling as he reached out to grip your waist. He hauled you closer with one jerk, bringing you to the edge of the table so your hips were flush with his. The bulge in his white pants was harder than ever when it pressed against your cunt, and he grinned wickedly when he felt just how ready you were for more. He yanked up the shirttail of his polo and whipped it off his body, tossing it behind him where it landed half in the pool.

“Oh, sweetheart,” he tutted softly, “you ain’t seen nothing yet.”

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How To Adapt To Fire (I)

AU MASTERLIST || PART II

PAIRING: Fireman!John 'Soap' MacTavish x F!Journalist!Reader

WORDCOUNT: 4.4k

WARNINGS: Fire(s), intended harm, mentions of death, murder, crime, corruption, arsonist mystery plot, pining, protective!Johnny, flirting, intense banter, etc.

A/N: This is based off of US Firemen just because that's what I'm most familiar with!

*I do not give others permission to translate and/or re-publish my works on this or any other platform*

There was an arsonist in the city, and you were going to catch them.

Getting out of your car, you slap the door closed behind you and rush out, heels clicking over the concrete as the roaring flames continue violently—orange and red going high into the air, all centered around an abandoned warehouse building. Through the darkness of night, everything was lit up like hell.

Your satchel hits against your thigh one fast step at a time, arms pumping as your eyes find the flashing lights beyond the glare, squinting. 

“MacTavish!” You shout, jogging to the line of yellow tape and slipping under it through a small crowd of locals who call to you sharply. Voices going in one ear and out the other, you only search for that familiar helmeted head and the Scottish accent that accompanies it.

“What is she doing?”

“How come she gets to go closer!?”

“Stop that woman!” 

Your white blouse does little to push back the gusts of molten heat on the roaring airwaves, and neither do your dress pants. You push on with stubborn righteousness, even as the mulling firefighters groan under their breaths when they catch sight of you, all pausing in their various duties and panic of grabbing the hoses and getting the water going. 

The iconic red trucks sit stationary, but the man beside one of the three vehicles has his head nearly snapped off when he darts it over to you in a fast instant. 

“MacTavish!” You call out again, locking onto wide blue eyes that blink rapidly at your appearance. 

An under-the-breath curse is leveled out, heard in between shouts and the spray of water, droplets hitting your hard face.

“Steamin’ bloody Jesus. Not again.” Heavy boots jog over, tan and yellow uniform loose beside the places where the straps of his gear attach various items and tools to his body. “What in the hell are you doin’ here, Pencils?” 

“My job,” you call stiffly, your finger going out to tap at the small plastic card attached to your blouse. 

‘PRESS PASS’

“So be a good informant and tell me how much damage this is going to cause,” your hand is already inside of your satchel, flicking on a hand-held recorder, as your eyes scan about. “The fire was bigger here,” you begin without wasting any time, and the firefighter in front of you sighs in exasperation, clenching his jaw. “Was it because this place was abandoned unlike the last four scenes, or because there was a different accelerant used.” 

“I’ve told you, Hen,” MacTavish’s hand moves out in appeasement gestures, glancing at the fire and the rest of the teams that rush to get the rest of the hoses going. “Ya can’t be here when the fucking fire is still ongoing. Do you want to get burnt to a damn crisp?”

“I need answers,” you level, gaze darting back to stare into cerulean blues.

John MacTavish, who everyone just calls Johnny or Soap, for some reason, had been a familiar face to you for upwards of two months. In that time, there had been an alarming amount of suspected arson cases—twelve, counting this one. There was an unprecedented spark-up, most taking place in older neighborhoods and abandoned buildings barring the previous four, of which two people had been seriously injured, and three had died. 

But now, it was back to out-of-the-way properties, and you wanted to know why. You needed to. 

Such an escalation just to suddenly drop back down to no casualties? It didn’t make sense. If it wasn’t for your career as a journalist, then it was for your morbid curiosity of which Johnny was intently familiar with.

 The Scot clenches his jaw, dark eyebrows under his helmet stuck into a line. Around him, the others were getting the blaze under control the best they could—there was no need to go inside to search for anyone and all that had to be done was keep the fire from spreading. So, he had no trouble trying to get you to see sense yet again.

“Do you ever give it a rest,” he asks gruffly, accent thick. “Christ, I’ll be gray before you learn to stop sticking your hands where they don’t belong.” 

“You’re not my mother, MacTavish,” you speak, lowering the recorder. “Do you have anything for me?”

Johnny moves up a hand and runs it over his face, groaning. A smirk flickers to your lips. 

“You’re worse than a fly,” he breathes, unimpressed eyes opening to stick to you. “I can’t say much right now, most of it is left for forensics. Just from the blaze alone,” he glances over, taking it in. “I’d make a guess that an accelerant was used. Especially with how fast it popped up and the intensity of it. I’d have to get the dogs down here for a sniff, but it’s likely.”

“Do you think it’s—”

“Connected?” Johnny interrupts, lips twitching at the annotated gimmer in your eye. “Aye. This was man-made. There was nothing here that could start a blaze like this.” 

You click the recorder’s button and move back with a sigh. 

“Lovely.” 

The Scot raises a slow brow, looking you up and down, confused. “That’s it?”

“It’s all you can give me right now,” you mutter, sliding a look at him as your eyes squint at the rabid flames. Pieces of screeching metal fall into a heap, a loud boom of spreading smoke and lifeless coughing of material in the air. 

“Fucking hell,” you murmur to yourself. “This had to be one of the biggest ones so far.”

It was getting held back from the surrounding buildings—slowly but surely in the morning, the entire place would be a smoldering pile of ash and metal, only more questions left behind. 

Johnny sets his hands on the collar of his gear, sighing. “Won’t be the deadliest, though, will it? I’m just glad there won’t be bodies to drag out.”

You send a side-eye his way, feet shuffling. “That, I can agree with. But the pattern doesn’t make any sense to me.”

“Well, sorry, Hen, but you’ll catch me a bit more concerned about the potential next targets than the pattern.” He grunts, rolling his shoulders. “We need to catch this prick. Soon. Resources are stretched thin.”

“It’s like the guy completely switched his M.O.,” you ignore him, eyes narrowing. “Abandoned buildings, then to taking people's lives, then right back to where he started? That doesn’t happen overnight.”

Johnny grunts. “‘Cept here.”  

You sigh, tapping your fingers against your bag. The man at your side looks over, shrugging as he takes in the firmness of your expression—the same that he usually wears to any scene he gets called to. Determination. 

“I’ll get the report to you soon as I get it,” Johnny breathes, tilting his head. “Figured with all of your connections, you’ll have a better chance at piecing it all together.” 

“Thank you,” you nod. The man hums. 

“Now, get the hell out of here, yeah? Makin’ me nervous. Tape’s there for a reason Dearie.”

Scoffing, you toss up a hand and shake your head. “I live to make people nervous, MacTavish. You don’t help bust criminals and not make people nervous.” 

You begin backing back up, studying the land one more time. Johnny’s lips are thin, and he shifts his legs to stare after you. 

“Just be careful,” he calls, fingers tightening at his collar, strong jaw moving as he fixes it. His heart stutters in its course. “Don’t stick your neck where it doesn’t belong, Hen.”

You wave a hand, and then you’re off again, disappearing into the crowd with flames rising high behind you. 

The fireman watches tightly, licking his lips before shouting, “I’m serious!”

—

Your list of enemies was seemingly endless. 

Drug busts, criminal enterprises, hitmen—there was no shortage of stories you’d broken and your name being printed into the papers; you weren’t at all unknown to the city or the various police or fire stations. Many described you as a public nuisance, but…you were viewed with a modicum of respect as well—even if it was kept under breath. 

Yet, where there was respect, there was also the less savory emotion of contempt from the related individuals of those whom you’d landed into the eyes of the law and behind bars.

Perhaps you’d taken this arsonist for a disorganized fool…but you were about to get a very violent reality shift. 

“This is the report?” You ask, Johnny sipping from his coffee cup as you both sit in the park three days later, the bench stiff as your fingers play over the manila folder you’d been passed. 

“The public one.” Soap huffs when you slide him a look, his finger pointing at you as he holds his drink. “What? Pencils, I don’t care who you think you are, I’m not about to risk my career for something I can just tell you first-hand.”

You sigh, muttering before your hand pushes open the papers. “Go on, then.” 

Johnny smugly smirks, chuckling as his free hand goes up to fix the backward ballcap on his head. Under the tight hold of his athletic shirt, gray sweatpants sharply contract your put-together and professional appearance—like night and day. He still smells of smoke and metal. 

“You’re bein’ more snappy than usual. Publisher still on your arse, Bonnie?”

“Telling me I need to drop this goose chase,” you grumble, scoffing, eyes skimming down the printed words ahead of you. “As if.”

“Ah, he’ll come round,” Johnny’s lips flicker, flesh crinkling under that stubble of his. An overgrown mohawk leaks from the sides of his hat. “C’mon, tell me what ya need. I’ve got it all up here,” he goes to tap his head, taking another gulp of his coffee. 

The morning air is cold all around you, and people pass pushing strollers or jogging—Saturday just beginning to spread over minds and wake those who’ve slept in. Johnny and you weren’t quite like that. 

“Our theory about the accelerant?”

“My theory,” Soap grumbles but nods. “Gasoline. Dogs found traces all over—there was a damn lot.” 

You tilt your head, glancing at him. “Fits the profile from the other cases except the ones involving casualties.” Your lips pull into a frown, Johnny’s face going more serious. “Weren’t those all started with matches to the curtains in the living rooms?”

“Aye,” Johnny tips his chin to you. “Couldn’t figure that out until—”

“Until you found the matchbox out in the lawn at one of the crime scenes, plus the busted locks on the front doors. All exactly the same.”

The fireman grunts, lips flickering as his face goes a bit red. “Know my job better than I do.” 

You pause, a small heat coming to your cheeks, eyes pausing in their search for new information. “I’m not the one who willingly goes into burning buildings, give yourself more credit.”

Johnny leans closer, chuckling. “Was that a compliment, Pencils?”

“No,” you slide out. 

He hums a sound of amusement, moving back as his form slouches into the bench. A bird darts past overhead, chirping. “Goin’ soft on me. ‘Bout time—I've been waiting.” 

You roll your eyes heavily, closing the manila folder and shifting it into your satchel. 

“Don’t you have somewhere to be?” You face Soap head-on, taking in the deep blue of his eyes and the tease hidden in them. “The station? Home?” Your brow raises. “Animal shelter—I heard they take in strays.”

“Ah,” Johnny flinches, hand raising to his chest as he feigns hurt. “This how you thank your favorite public servant?” 

“You’ll live,” you grumble, standing and flattening out your long black coat. “Come on. Seeing as you’re not entirely lost to me, I’m getting breakfast today.”

Johnny’s beaming grin makes your lips pull in a low smile.

“And just like that,” he chuckles, standing up so that his boots hit the ground and his hand falls into his pocket. The empty cup in his hand is tossed into the trash. “I’m a picture-perfect specimen. Not that I wasn’t already, eh?”

“Oh, fuck off,” you breathe, voice exasperated even as your smile breeds along the lines of your face. 

The both of you take off side by side, legs mirroring the others’ pace one slow movement at a time. Throughout your meetings for information, Johnny and yourself have grown close to one another—Violet’s Dinner one of the many places that was the unfortunate hub for your intel swapping. However, it was only unfortunate for the patrons, not you.

Soap gave what he knows about the fires and the ways they were started, and you gave over potential next targets based on whatever you can piece together from your police informants as well as others. 

You hum as you both walk the trail, slowly weaving away from the bench and down to the gated entrance of the park, slipping past the black iron as John holds it open for you. 

“Besides the ol’ fire-freak, then,” Johnny begins, smiling over at you as he itches at his neck, large arm reaching up and flexing. “Any other big breaks?”

Head turning his way, you speak easily. “In which article—the multi-generational money laundering bust at Warren’s Electrical or the murders near Fifth Ave? Or even the drug smuggling near the docks?” 

Blue eyes blink. “...Eh…any of ‘em?”

You snort, turning back to the sidewalk and shrugging. 

“You asked.” You slyly begin, before getting into the mental paper that you still had to type and send into editing. “Roy Laurence committed the murders near Fifth Avenue—my informant with the SWAT team says he was arrested and booked within an hour of the green light. DNA and fingerprints found at the scene of the last victim.” You raise a hand. “Now, I just have to try and get a spot in the courtroom when a trial date is released.”

“Well,” Johnny breathes, sending you a veiled look after a moment. “Don’t mean to brag, Pencils, but I got to help an old lady cross the street yesterday.”

You laugh, covering your mouth with the back of your hand as Soap chuckles. The sidewalk continues, men and women passing at their slow paces as cars zip past; the fireman taking the chivalrous stance of the person beside the street unconsciously.

“And I’m sure she was very pleased, MacTavish,” you push out, shifting closer to him as an individual passes by, bumping your arm into his. 

“Aye, she was,” the man huffs proudly, puffing his chest. “Called me a handsome bloke and kissed my cheek. Blushed a bit.”

“Playboy,” you tease, eyes narrowed over at him. “Cheating on the mutts back at the station?”

Johnny gasps, putting on a serious face. “Don’t you call Mr. Spots a mutt, Dearie—that’s too far.”

“Christ,” you breathe, and an arm settles over your shoulders, shaking you a bit and squeezing your flesh before chuckles follow. 

Trying not to sink into the feeling of heat and the promise of fire, you live in this moment of nearly something. There was the close sensation of borderline affection—just brushing the sense of care and…pining. 

You knew the Scot was interested in you, or, at the very least, knew he had some modicum of attraction to you. Hell, the way he’d flirted with you when you’d propositioned him to be your link to the fire department was nearly laughable even today. All smirks and glinting eyes.

John was funny, no one was denying it. 

There was that firm push and pull between the two of you, a string attached to your wrists that wouldn’t snap—that had seemingly only grown stronger over the months of mystery. But the arsonist took precedence. 

Play can only come after work, and you were the picture of professionalism. Or maybe just stubbornness.

“The regular?” Johnny asks, letting you go as he pushes open the front door of Violet’s with his shoulder, keeping it there as you move inside and nod. 

“Sure. Same seats?” 

The fireman smirks. “Always.” 

You smile, walking off to the corner booth as John goes up to the front, waving down the familiar face of the waitress to let her know that the both of you are here. The two exchange pleasantries as you sigh and lean back into the red-cushioned seats, letting your satchel drop near your feet. Sending a text to your editor, you tell him that you’ll have an article written up about one of your ongoing fixations by Monday.

Johnny’s broad shadow soon graces you once more, carrying a plate of fresh bread with butter on it. 

“Lady’s a fuckin’ lifesaver,” he breathes. “Gave us free bread today.”

Your eyes dart over to Tammy, the waitress, who winks at you before disappearing to help another customer. Hiding the twitch of your lips, you raise a brow at John. 

“Don’t you usually get pancakes, too? Your stomach will explode,” you huff. 

“Ah,” his face scrunches in dismissal. “There’s always room for fresh bread.”

His large fingers are already around the body of a knife, slathering gooey butter on a steaming piece of the carb, chomping down and swallowing before he speaks—reaching for another.

 “So, spill it on me.”

Your fingers reach out, grasping some bread and bringing it to your lips. You chew, swallow, and ease out, “I think there are two arsonists.” 

Johnny pauses, wide eyes stuck on you as he stops his hand from bringing up the next piece of food. He blinks, his face tightens as he wonders over the information that you have, and then the groans out a long, “Fucking hell… one who’s doing it for kicks, the other who’s settling scores.”

“Precisely,” you shrug. “It explains the complete break in character, and we have enough fires to show that not only is the way the flames started different, but for different reasons as well. One wants to kill, the other can’t control it. Impulse.” 

“Makes sense,” Johnny grumbles, amused mood for the moment dropping to one of flashing anger. He taps his knuckles slowly on the table, thinking. “You tell the police this theory?”

“Nah,” you shake your head as your legs shift along the seat. “You know how the chief gets about me—I need to do some of my own leg-work. Get more evidence.”

The Fireman is already shaking his head with a chuckle that has no ounce of tease or jest in it. “Nah ah, no fuckin’ way am I letting you get involved with two arsonists—certainly not one that kills people, Hen.”

“Well, it’s a good thing I’m not asking permission,” you smirk as your breakfast plates are brought over. Johnny’s is full of eggs, bacon, and pancakes, and you, your regular. You thank Tammy with a nod and take a sip of your small drink. “There has to be a connection between the victims. I’ve written about them before, my notes have the answers, I’m sure. I need to focus on one at a time—”

“Bonnie—”

“A possible Revenge-Motivated Arsonist is a far bigger threat than one that only has an impulse to light fires and not harm others. I’ll leave the ladder to you—”

A hand grabs at your own, grasping it firmly. Head snapping up to the square jaw ahead of you, which is tight, the stubble moving the scar along his chin one frown line at a time, you pause your quick rant. Face steadily heating as callouses run along your flesh like un-cut granite, your heart stutters.

“You’ll do nothing without me.” Johnny’s expression leaves no room for discussion. 

Mouth slightly parted, your eyelids blink before a squeeze is leveled out on your hand, and the Fireman shifts back. Your eyes follow, stuck on how his shirt hugs his large biceps and the gentleness of how he held you—how he always held you. 

Focus.

“You’re not getting dragged into this,” you chuckle, tilting your head seriously. “It could cost you your job.”

Johnny shrugs. “Only if I’m caught. If you're half as stubborn, as I already know you to be, Pencils,” he sighs, low smile coming to his lips. “Then I know you’ll be needing my level head.” Cobalt eyes twinkle.

You stare at him, blinking. Ignoring that skip in your pulse. As hard as you would like to try, you can’t say no to that face of his—that open expectation and firm choice.

“As level as a steep decline,” your grumble meets Soap’s ears, and the man’s face twists with an ingrained amusement that breeds the closer you are to him. It was easy to bounce jokes with you—like a pair of birds, squawking and puffing feathers, only stopping at strange intervals to preen one another before the loud chatter started anew. 

“And stop it with the dumb nickname already,” you glare. “It happened once.”

John drags his plate closer, picking up a piece of bacon and taking a bite out of it. “It isn’t every day you see a bonnie Hen with seven pencils in her breast pocket, is it? Hell of a first meeting with that serious face of yours and the sight of fabric practically ripping open.”

“I was in a rush,” your face burns, jaw rotating. “At least I was prepared, MacTavish.”

“Well, who’s sayin’ I wasn’t prepared?”

“Me!” Your fingers grab at your fork, pointing it at him. “You were practically covered head-to-toe in ashes!”

Red cheeks on his part, but always that adorning sheen to his expression.

“I was just in from a damn fire!”

Breakfast went as it usually did—good food and better company—but there was a deeper level to it now; a sharp edge of purpose. By the time the both of you were done, you’d already made up your mind to make it back to your apartment and gather the intel that you had. Find a starting point.

But, as mysteries like these always go, the good times came to a rapid cliff-drop. Johnny was muttering about his work schedule back on the sidewalk when he got the call. 

Phone to ear, you’d seen his face tighten—feet going completely still as you have to halt and look back at him, confused. A breeze goes by on the air, and your nose twitches to a sharp tang that leaves your fingers twitching.

“What do you mean, ‘fire on third street?’” Your body locks up, and Johnny’s face becomes devoid of pigment, watching yours closely. It was a strange emotion on his face; a hard and hesitant thing all at once. He was staring, brows pulled in as your lungs seemingly went to concrete inside of your ribs.

Third street? Fire? 

Soap’s voice goes even lower. Spine even more straight. “...Stillview apartments?” 

You’re already running before you can understand the severity of the revelation—dashing as Johnny yells after you to stop. 

That was your apartment building.

“Dearie!” The fireman shouts, his boots pounding after, but you had a head start, shoving through the crowds, dodging strollers and trash cans—bags and thrown curses. “Fucking hell, stop!”

Your form darts fast, heart hammering. Already your mind is running through every possibility and explanation. How could this be happening? Why? Has one of the arsonists found you out? But even then, it could only be the one intent on murder—countless others lived in your building; this was more than intent…it was a massacre.

Fires don’t just spark at a time like this to not be called connected.

Even over the air, you could hear sirens above Johnny’s loud pleas to slow down, moving as well as he could through the rush of people. 

He’s still on the phone, barking questions and the will of his legs to take him in the direction of the department building. But you. The back of your head in his black-sided vision. 

The man knows that if he doesn’t catch you, you’ll run straight into that blaze not only for the principal but your evidence. Your cork boards and their red strings—your pictures and printed articles. Johnny knew you had them, he wasn’t an idiot. 

You were too smart for your own good.

He was nearly there—just a few more steps and he could grab the back of your jacket like some stray cat, pull you back until you were in his arms. A fireman, yes, but he’d never get used to the inferno that was you; you consumed him utterly. It was an instant feeling for him, and even with the initial flirting, the immediate latching of his attention held fast. A bird to a wire. Hopeless, he was. Johnny was afraid at how much you trapped him in your ways—your looks and your…you-ness.

And you were only making him more afraid at this very instant. 

Soap was the only person ever supposed to be walking into fire.

“Hen!” The fireman barks, sharp and visceral. But you only take the next corner faster, satchel slapping against your thigh. 

“No,” you pant, legs dashing. “No, no, no. I left everything I need for this case in my filing cabinet!” 

This is what you get for trying to be organized for once.

You smell the smoke before you see it, and feel the heavy hand on your coat collar not a moment after you lock on it.

“MacTavish!” Your angered voice moves out, but it’s all strangled away in a fast moment of the screaming of sirens and the visible fire from your tall apartment building strikes you. Watching blankly, your face falls as strong arms reel you back into a chest. 

“Fuck,” Johnny growls, eyes wide as he looks on, phone clenched tightly in one hand. His jaw writhes with tension, vision darting from one fire truck to another and the men available to help. People were doing a myriad of things—screaming, running, watching—but through it all, there was the presence of fear coupled with a static anticipation. 

Panting heavily, you watch your life’s work go up in flames, and feel the tight arms of your informant keep you close.

You learn that if you don’t adapt to this fire sooner or later, it’s going to consume you. And still, you can’t understand if you’re talking about Johnny, who murmurs quick words of comfort into your ear, or the case that just locked you in with chains of commitment and rage.

The real work had just begun as ashes fell like snow to the street; the spray of the firetruck’s water flew with sure aim. Your face hardens, and you feel that worried grip tighten, bringing you into a ramshackle hug.

You have an arsonist to catch, and not a single person would stop you now.

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Habu Hill is more than just a vantage place for watching the SR 71 flying in and out(and, in 1968, the A-12s). The vicinity of this area is where the remains of the #978 are buried. On Jul. 20, 1972, SR-71 (known as the “Rapid Rabbit” because of the Playboy logo she sported on both rudders throughout most of her career) crashed at Kadena Air Base, Okinawa, Japan.

Airman Jody Liliedah wrote about his eyewitness experience in Air and Space magazine in October 2015. On the afternoon of July 20, 1972, I was in my maintenance truck, eavesdropping on the tower frequency. Word had gotten around that an SR-71 would be landing soon. Usually, the Blackbird pilots weren’t a chatty bunch, but I could hear the anxiety in the voice of this one. I heard the tower warn him of a 90-degrees-to-the-runway crosswind of 35 knots gusting to 50 knots—a typhoon was on its way. I could’ve sworn I listened to the tower advise him to consider an alternate airport. Landing anywhere else was out of the question. The SR-71 wouldn’t have had the fuel, and everyone understood without discussion that the brass wanted that airplane on the ground and out of sight as quickly as possible I sought out a good vantage point to observe the landing: a small concrete building, which housed fuel pumps, about 50 yards from the runway the SR-71 was headed for. I climbed to the roof and settled in. I could see the landing lights before I could make out the airplane, perfectly lined up with the runway, three or four miles out. I couldn’t have been more focused if I were landing the da** thing myself. The main landing gear touched down, and despite the horrible crosswinds, the fuselage was aligned perfectly with the runway’s centerline. It looked like the pilot was going to pull off a picture-perfect landing. But as soon as he deployed his drag chute, a wind gust blew it to port. I watched the nose shift to starboard. Then one of the left main landing gear tires exploded.

‘The pilot jettisoned the chute, poured the coals to the burner, and rotated away from the runway, climbing back into the sky to circle around. nose up and tires on fire, for four or five seconds. When the left gear collapsed and the wing struck the runway, the left engine exploded and debris flew high into the air. The entire airframe began to spin, still traveling down the runway at probably 150 mph, and finally, the right gear buckled.

‘The flaming wreck continued sliding down the runway, still on the centerline, until it finally drifted off to the left, into the grass. It came to rest about two-thirds of the way down the runway, about 4,000 feet from where I stood watching, jaw agape. watched the pilot and reconnaissance system operator in their bright orange flight suits leap from the remnants of their aircraft and run from it as fast as they could. I jumped down from the building and several of us started running toward them, but a fire truck and a base security car cut us off. The officer in the car ordered us to stay back.

‘Five hours later, the typhoon was upon us.’

The pilot, Captain Dennis K. Bush, and the RSO, Captain James W. Fagg, escaped without injury. A crew from Palmdale led by Mel Rushing was deployed to our detachment and did the cutting up and the disposing of the structural remains and the location was on Habu Hill

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Whumptober 2024 - "I can't take this anymore"

Summary: Bucky has been taken back by HYDRA despite Steve's attempt to save him. He's been lost. Again

Word Count: 1.3k+

Tags: body mutilation, trauma, torture, PTSD, panic attacks, whump

Bucky sat in his cell in the HYDRA base. He had been moved for the 7th time this...he didn't know how long. He guessed about a month, but with the snow cascading across the armored windows of the trucks he was transported in it was too hard to tell. He had never seen anything other than Brooklyn skies.

The only other thing he had seen besides the desolate icy roads and off grey cement of his room was the sterile white and silver lab.

He didn't know what was worse, the silence in his room as the chill crept in through the walls or the sound of doctors clamouring over him as they fiddled with the tubes sticking out of his body.

He was in the lab currently. He was lying on the table, they had lessened his restraints, now only down to his anckles and handcuffs that kept his hands together. He didn't know if was the lack of sleep or the copious amounts of sedatives they kept pumping into his blood stream but he didn't have the energy to fight.

He laid there, no shirt on and only a small pair of examiners shorts on, his back and legs pressed to the cold metal. Even his body heat wouldn't keep that material warm in this frozen tundra they had taken him to.

He laid there waiting, he could hear to doctors speaking in a foreign language he didn't understand. Probably German, and perhaps Russian? He didn't know, but he silently wished he could understand them.

Maybe that way he could have some time to prepare.

No not prepare he wasn't going to let them do whatever he wanted with him. He wanted to know so he could fight.

He wanted to fight!

But he was so, tired.

His eyes fluttered as his body moved up and down as he breathed. He was having a hard time staying awake but he couldn't sleep. He needed to be alert, even if what came next was painful, he needed to know what they were doing to him.

He watched as the doctors finished examining some papers and what he thought was a set of blueprints. And they began working on various things around the room. Another set of doctors came over to him and they sat him up. Removing the restraints from his anckles and holding him by the arms as they walked him down the corridor connected to the room.

As he entered the next room he realised it must've been on the other side of the window that was in the original lab. He could faintly see the doctor with the spectacles standing at the window.

He turned his head back to where they were leading him, and he felt his knees hit hard concrete and heard a noise that sounded like a childs sobbing.

The doctors' hands holding him anymore and that's when he had realised he had collapsed. The room had been taken too was just like the one from the lab in Azzano.

The one with the machine that-

But he couldn't finish the thought as horrible flashes of the weeks behind enemy lines, before Steve had saved him, had consumed him. The memories came in horribly vivd waves that crashed down on him like a stormy sea. Pulling him under and pushing his head down, refusing to let him find respite with his head above the waves. Over and over again the waves came pulling his legs away and dragging him into its torrential current

He wrapped his hands around his head as the memories perforated his ears. The sound of his own screaming bouncing off the walls and echoing back into his mind, the horrible, twisted sounds that left his throat. The pathetic pleas he remembered falling from his lips like a last prayer.

Like a desperete cry to a god he realised had abandoned him

He clutched at his face with his barehands as if he could pull whatever was holding onto him away. Take whatever was wrapped around his mind and tear it to pieces. But he couldn't.

Instead he looked at the metal in place of his arm and screamed at it. Looking at the way the fingers moved like they were his own, the way the arm obeyed, but he knew he didn't control it. It was HYDRA's it was their creation, their project. He had become one of their latest sick and twisted wepons.

He reached around, his two cuffed hands moving together, to his shoulder where he could feel the metal connecting to what was left of his flesh and he tugged.

He had found out through the fall that the experiments back in Azzano had strengthened him somehow. He was able to break and punch and pull things with a force he'd never even seen the strongest man match.

And right now all of that strength was flooding into his hands in an effort to tear away the metal. Like it was some parasite eating away at his skin and taking away all he had left. It was a curse, a reminder and a nightmare all at once.

"I don't want it!" he screamed to himself

"I don't want it! I can't take this anymore!" he screamed again and again, shouting his pain into the void.

Because even amongst all of the scientists none of them cared. None of them batted an eye at his pain.

They relished in it and he knew that. He knew he was nothing more than a Guinea Pig for them to play with, pulling him apart and putting him back toghether all over again and merely hoping he wouldn't break.

He switched between thrashing around and digging his chipped and dirty nails into his own flesh. Lacerating the skin and pulling disgusting chunks of meat and skin from his body. He pulled at the metal finally pulling away a small strip of the mouldable material until he could dig his fingers into the cybernetics and rip away the wires.

He pulled out more metal and screws and wires and chips and anything his hands would grab onto, until a hand took his own and forced it away, he looked up at them. His vision blurry.

Was he crying? When had that started

"No get off me, I don't want to do this anymore. I can't take it" he pleaded, his voice raising and lowering at inappropriate moments. His voice ragged and interrupted with sobs.

But even as he pleaded he sunk into himself. Dropping his head to his chest to hide his face. Some of the longer strands of his hair, which he usually would have cut a week ago, fell into his eyes and got tangled in the water in his eyelashes.

He sat there and sobbed as he felt two rough, calloused hands reach under his shoulders and lift him up.

They marched him over the the machine, he legs dragging behind him on the floor. His toe nails scraping the floor as he went.

They shoved him down and held him there whilst the doctors worked hurriedly around him. His head hit the back of the head rest with a hard clunck. The metal making pain bloom across his skull. His arm was forced into a restraining and the metal appendage was placed against something that magnetised with the machine as it powered up.

His whole body was pulled back and the damage he had done to the metal pulled on his bleeding skin. He winced and sobbed again as it pulled on his flesh.

The doctors began jamming wires and IV drips and machines into his arms, torso and even neck. The needles the size of straws poked out of him. The sight of them sticking from his body made him feel dizzy with sickness and he wanted to vomit.

He felt nauseous, tired, pathetic and trapped. Like a fox in a farmers snare. He hadn't even been stealing the chicken but he was now victim to this mechanism and the farmer was coming for him. Ready to strike him down with a single shell from his shotgun.

Before his eyes fell shut against he will he desperately looked at one of the doctors. Hoping to find a hint of humanity behind their eyes

He found none

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Concrete Pump Truck Operation Must Follow The Specifications

The boom can only be operated after confirming that the machine is properly supported. The operation of the boom must be carried out in the order described in the operating procedures. The boom cannot be used in thunderstorms or severe weather. The boom cannot be used in weather with a wind force greater than level 8. The boom is strictly prohibited from crossing toxic, explosive, and flammable pipelines such as gas, and a sufficient safety distance must be maintained; be careful of the risk of electric shock when working near high-voltage lines, and ensure a safe distance between the boom and the wires.

The area below the boom is a dangerous area, where concrete or other machine parts may fall and injure people. If the boom moves unexpectedly, the emergency stop button must be pressed immediately. Professional maintenance personnel must find out the cause and eliminate it before it can continue to be used.

The concrete pump trucks with tractor produced by Focus Machinery have advanced technical performance and reliable quality. However, advanced technology and perfect functions can only be fully guaranteed under the premise of using them in accordance with their working conditions and safety regulations.

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Unveiling the Power of the Concrete Pump Boom

Concrete pump booms are an essential component of modern construction, offering efficiency, precision, and versatility in concrete delivery. These advanced systems enable the effective and efficient placement of concrete in hard-to-reach areas and large-scale projects. This article will provide an in-depth look into concrete pump booms, their benefits, and key considerations for their use.

What is a Concrete Pump Boom and How Does It Work?

Understanding the Components of a Concrete Pump Boom

A concrete pump boom is a sophisticated piece of equipment designed to deliver concrete with precision and ease. The key components include:

Boom Arm: The extendable and articulating arm that allows the pump to reach various heights and distances. It typically consists of several sections that can unfold and pivot to position the concrete accurately.

Pump: The core component that pushes concrete through the boom to the desired location. The pump is often powered by a hydraulic system that controls its operation.

Control System: The interface used by operators to manage the boom’s movements and the concrete flow. This system ensures precise placement and smooth operation.

Different types of booms exist, including truck-mounted and stationary units, each offering specific configurations to suit varying project needs. Truck-mounted booms are mobile and ideal for projects requiring flexibility, while stationary booms provide stability and reach for extensive construction sites.

The Mechanics of Concrete Delivery

The mechanics behind a concrete pump boom involve a combination of hydraulic power and strategic engineering:

Extension and Articulation: The boom extends and articulates to place concrete accurately. The hydraulic system powers these movements, allowing the boom to reach over obstacles and into difficult-to-access areas.

Hydraulics in Operation: The hydraulic system controls the boom’s movements, including its extension, retraction, and articulation. This system ensures the boom can deliver concrete precisely where needed, regardless of the site’s complexity.

Placement Techniques: Ensuring accurate concrete placement involves careful coordination between the boom’s movements and the flow of concrete. Operators use various techniques to maintain a consistent flow and avoid issues such as segregation or blockages.

Comparing Concrete Pump Booms to Other Pumping Methods

Concrete pump booms offer distinct advantages over other concrete delivery methods, such as line pumps and trailer pumps:

Advantages of Booms: Concrete pump booms provide superior reach and flexibility, making them ideal for high-rise and large-scale projects. They can handle larger volumes of concrete and deliver it over significant distances, reducing the need for additional equipment and manual labor.

Ideal Scenarios: Booms are particularly beneficial in scenarios where concrete needs to be placed at elevated heights or over obstacles, such as in high-rise construction or complex structural projects.

Real-World Examples: Successful applications of concrete pump booms include large commercial buildings, bridge construction, and residential high-rises. These projects benefit from the boom’s ability to deliver concrete precisely and efficiently.

Benefits of Using a Concrete Pump Boom

Increased Reach and Accessibility

Concrete pump booms offer significant advantages in terms of reach and accessibility:

Extended Reach: The extendable nature of the boom allows it to access challenging areas that would be difficult or impossible to reach with other equipment. This is especially valuable for high-rise construction and projects with complex layouts.

Benefits for Large-Scale Projects: Booms can cover large areas quickly, making them ideal for extensive projects where speed and efficiency are crucial. They also reduce the need for manual placement, streamlining the construction process.

Case Studies: Projects such as skyscrapers and large commercial developments demonstrate the effectiveness of concrete pump booms in reaching and delivering concrete to various locations with precision.

Enhanced Efficiency and Productivity

The efficiency and productivity benefits of concrete pump booms are considerable:

Speed and Efficiency: Booms can deliver concrete faster than manual methods or smaller pumps, improving overall project timelines. The ability to place concrete accurately in a single pass reduces the need for multiple pours and adjustments.

Reducing Labor Costs: By automating the concrete placement process, booms reduce the need for manual labor, leading to cost savings and fewer personnel on-site.

Impact on Timelines: The increased efficiency of concrete pump booms helps to keep projects on schedule, minimizing delays and ensuring timely completion.

Improved Precision and Quality

Concrete pump booms also enhance the precision and quality of concrete placement:

Accurate Placement: The boom’s control system allows for precise placement of concrete, ensuring that it is poured exactly where needed. This reduces the likelihood of errors and ensures a high-quality finish.

Consistent Flow: Techniques used with concrete pump booms ensure a consistent flow of concrete, minimizing issues such as segregation and voids.

Benefits for Complex Work: For projects requiring detailed and intricate concrete work, the precision of a concrete pump boom ensures that the final result meets the required specifications.

Choosing the Right Concrete Pump Boom for Your Project

Evaluating Boom Size and Reach

Selecting the appropriate concrete pump boom involves considering several factors:

Boom Size: The size of the boom should match the project’s height and reach requirements. Larger booms are suited for high-rise or expansive projects, while smaller booms are ideal for more confined spaces.

Matching Reach to Requirements: Assess the project’s layout and obstacles to determine the necessary reach. Ensure that the boom can extend and maneuver to cover all required areas.

Understanding Limitations: Be aware of the boom’s limitations, including its maximum reach and load capacity, to ensure it is suitable for the project’s needs.

Assessing Equipment Condition and Quality

Ensuring the quality and condition of the concrete pump boom is crucial:

Well-Maintained Equipment: Look for a boom that has been well-maintained and regularly serviced. Check for signs of wear and ensure that it meets safety and performance standards.

Equipment History and Certifications: Verify the equipment’s history, including maintenance records and certifications, to ensure it is reliable and up-to-date.

Ensuring Reliability: Regular inspections and adherence to maintenance guidelines help to ensure the boom operates reliably and safely.

Cost Considerations and Budgeting

Budgeting for a concrete pump boom involves understanding various cost factors:

Rental vs. Purchase Costs: Compare the costs of renting versus purchasing a boom, considering factors such as project duration and frequency of use.

Comparing Configurations: Different boom configurations and features come with varying price tags. Assess the cost-benefit ratio of each option to find the best fit for your project.

Budget Management: Plan and budget for the costs associated with boom usage, including potential maintenance and operational expenses.

Operating and Maintaining a Concrete Pump Boom

Best Practices for Safe Operation

Safety is paramount when operating a concrete pump boom:

Safety Protocols: Follow established safety protocols to prevent accidents and ensure safe operation. This includes proper training for operators and adherence to safety guidelines.

Training Requirements: Ensure that operators are trained and knowledgeable about the equipment’s operation and safety features.

Preventing Accidents: Regularly review safety procedures and address any potential hazards to minimize the risk of accidents.

Routine Maintenance and Care

Proper maintenance is essential for keeping the concrete pump boom in good condition:

Regular Maintenance Tasks: Perform routine maintenance tasks such as cleaning, lubricating, and inspecting components to ensure optimal performance.

Performing Inspections: Conduct regular inspections to identify and address minor issues before they become major problems.

Manufacturer Recommendations: Follow the manufacturer’s maintenance guidelines to keep the equipment in top shape and avoid voiding warranties.

Troubleshooting Common Issues

Troubleshooting issues with a concrete pump boom involves:

Identifying Problems: Recognize common issues such as hydraulic leaks or mechanical failures and address them promptly.

Effective Troubleshooting: Use diagnostic tools and techniques to troubleshoot problems and perform necessary repairs.

Professional Assistance: Seek professional help if issues cannot be resolved in-house or if repairs are beyond the scope of regular maintenance.

Frequently Asked Questions About Concrete Pump Booms

What Factors Affect the Performance of a Concrete Pump Boom?

Performance factors include:

Key Performance Factors: Factors such as boom size, hydraulic power, and operator skill impact performance. Understanding these elements helps optimize the boom’s effectiveness.

Optimizing Performance: Adjust the boom settings and operations based on project requirements and environmental conditions to achieve the best results.

Impact of Conditions: Site conditions, such as terrain and weather, can affect the boom’s performance. Plan accordingly to accommodate these factors.

How Do I Choose Between Different Types of Concrete Pump Booms?

Choosing the right boom involves:

Comparing Boom Types: Evaluate different types of booms based on their features, applications, and suitability for the project.

Selecting the Right Boom: Consider factors such as reach, capacity, and operational requirements when choosing the best boom for your needs.

Expert Advice: Consult with industry experts to make an informed decision and ensure the selected boom meets project specifications.

What Are the Maintenance Costs Associated with a Concrete Pump Boom?

Maintenance costs can vary based on:

Typical Costs: Understand typical maintenance costs, including routine servicing and repairs.

Influencing Factors: Factors such as equipment age, usage frequency, and maintenance practices influence expenses.

Managing Costs: Budget for ongoing maintenance and repair needs to avoid unexpected expenses and ensure the boom remains in good condition.

Concrete pump booms are powerful tools that enhance the efficiency, precision, and reach of concrete delivery in construction projects. By understanding their components, benefits, and operational considerations, you can make informed decisions and optimize the use of these valuable machines for your projects.

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Line pump truck hire in London offers numerous benefits for construction projects and concrete pumping needs. Firstly, line pump trucks are highly efficient and can easily reach even the most challenging and narrow locations, thanks to their long-reach booms. This allows for precise concrete placement and reduces the need for manual labor. Secondly, line pump trucks enhance productivity and save time. With their high-capacity pumping systems, they can deliver a large volume of concrete quickly, significantly reducing project timelines. This ensures a smooth workflow and enables contractors to meet deadlines effectively. Thirdly, line pump truck hire reduces overall project costs. By eliminating the need for excessive manpower and reducing material wastage, it helps optimize resources and enhances cost-effectiveness. Lastly, line pump trucks offer enhanced safety features, including remote-controlled operations, which minimize the risk of accidents and injuries on-site. 

In conclusion, line pump truck hire in London provides numerous benefits, including increased efficiency, time savings, cost-effectiveness, versatility, and enhanced safety.

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The Ultimate Guide to Concrete Pumping Trucks

Concrete pumping trucks play a vital role in the construction industry, providing efficient, accurate, and cost-effective solutions for concrete placement. This guide explores everything you need to know about concrete pumping trucks, from their operation to the benefits they offer and how to choose the right one for your project.

What is a Concrete Pumping Truck and How Does It Work?

Definition and Purpose of a Concrete Pumping Truck

A concrete pumping truck is a specialized vehicle designed to transport and place liquid concrete at a construction site. These trucks are equipped with a pump and a long boom or hose that allows the concrete to be precisely poured into hard-to-reach areas, making them indispensable for projects requiring high volumes of concrete or complex placements.

Understanding the Basics: What a Concrete Pumping Truck Is and Its Role in Construction

Concrete pumping trucks are engineered to streamline the concrete delivery process, reducing the need for manual labor and traditional methods such as wheelbarrows or cranes. They play a crucial role in ensuring that concrete is delivered quickly, efficiently, and accurately, particularly on large-scale construction sites where time and precision are critical.

Mechanics of Operation: How the Truck Moves and Pumps Concrete from the Mixer to the Site

Concrete pumping trucks operate by drawing liquid concrete from a mixer truck into their pump system. The concrete is then pushed through a pipeline, either mounted on a boom or fed through a hose, to the desired location on the construction site. The pump system is powered by hydraulics, allowing for the continuous flow and placement of concrete.

Common Features: Key Components and Features of Concrete Pumping Trucks

Concrete pumping trucks are equipped with several key components, including a powerful pump, an extendable boom or hose, a hopper for receiving concrete, and advanced controls for precision placement. Some trucks also feature additional stabilizers to ensure safety and stability during operation.

Types of Concrete Pumping Trucks

Boom Trucks: Features and Advantages of Concrete Pumping Trucks with Boom Arms

Boom trucks are the most common type of concrete pumping truck and are equipped with a hydraulic arm, or boom, that can extend up to several meters. This arm allows for the precise placement of concrete at great heights or distances, making boom trucks ideal for large-scale projects such as high-rise buildings or bridges.

Line Pump Trucks: Characteristics and Uses of Line Pump Trucks for Smaller or More Accessible Projects

Line pump trucks, also known as trailer pumps, use a series of hoses connected to a stationary pump. These trucks are more compact and versatile, making them suitable for smaller projects or sites with limited access. Line pumps are often used for residential construction, ground slabs, or narrow spaces where a boom truck cannot operate.

Trailer Pump Trucks: Overview of Trailer-Mounted Concrete Pumps and Their Applications

Trailer pump trucks are similar to line pumps but are mounted on a trailer for easy transport. These pumps are highly versatile and can be used for a wide range of applications, including sidewalks, driveways, and small commercial projects. They are ideal for sites where mobility and flexibility are required.

How Concrete Pumping Trucks Compare to Other Equipment

Concrete Pumps vs. Mixers: Differences in Functionality and Use Cases

Concrete pumps and mixers serve different purposes on a construction site. While a mixer is used to blend and transport concrete, a pump is responsible for delivering it to the exact location. Pumping trucks are more efficient than traditional methods like wheelbarrows or cranes, as they can deliver concrete directly to the site with minimal waste and effort.

Comparing Boom and Line Pumps: Key Differences Between Boom Trucks and Line Pump Trucks

Boom trucks and line pumps have distinct advantages depending on the project’s requirements. Boom trucks offer greater reach and are ideal for large, complex sites, while line pumps are more adaptable and better suited for smaller, confined areas. The choice between the two depends on factors such as the size of the site, accessibility, and the specific needs of the project.

Advantages of Using a Truck: Benefits of Concrete Pumping Trucks Over Other Concrete Delivery Methods

Concrete pumping trucks offer several advantages over traditional delivery methods. They provide faster delivery, more accurate placement, and reduced labor costs. Additionally, pumping trucks minimize waste and spillage, ensuring that concrete is used efficiently and effectively.

Benefits of Using a Concrete Pumping Truck

Efficiency and Speed

Rapid Delivery: How Concrete Pumping Trucks Speed Up the Concrete Pouring Process

Concrete pumping trucks significantly reduce the time it takes to deliver and pour concrete. Their powerful pumps and extended booms allow for the rapid and continuous flow of concrete, ensuring that large volumes can be placed quickly and efficiently.

Continuous Flow: Benefits of Uninterrupted Concrete Flow During Construction

One of the key benefits of using a concrete pumping truck is the ability to maintain a continuous flow of concrete. This is especially important for large pours, where any interruption could compromise the quality of the concrete. Pumping trucks ensure that the concrete is delivered steadily and consistently.

Reduced Labor: How Using a Truck Minimizes Manual Labor and Improves Site Efficiency

By automating the concrete placement process, pumping trucks reduce the need for manual labor, which can be time-consuming and physically demanding. This not only improves site efficiency but also reduces the risk of injuries associated with manual handling of concrete.

Precision and Accuracy

Exact Placement: How Concrete Pumping Trucks Ensure Precise Placement of Concrete

Concrete pumping trucks are equipped with advanced controls that allow for precise placement of concrete, even in hard-to-reach areas. This precision ensures that the concrete is placed exactly where it is needed, minimizing the risk of errors and rework.

Minimizing Waste: How These Trucks Help Reduce Waste and Spillage

Pumping trucks are designed to minimize waste by delivering concrete directly to the site with minimal spillage. This reduces the amount of excess concrete that needs to be cleaned up and disposed of, leading to cost savings and a cleaner work environment.

Consistent Quality: Maintaining Uniformity in Concrete Application

By ensuring a continuous and controlled flow of concrete, pumping trucks help maintain the consistency and quality of the concrete application. This uniformity is crucial for the structural integrity of the project and ensures that the finished product meets the required standards.

Cost-Effectiveness

Budget Considerations: Evaluating the Cost Benefits of Using a Concrete Pumping Truck

While the initial cost of renting or purchasing a concrete pumping truck may be higher than traditional methods, the long-term savings in labor, time, and material waste make them a cost-effective solution. Pumping trucks help keep projects on schedule and within budget by improving efficiency.

Long-Term Savings: How Investing in a Truck Can Lead to Savings on Labor and Time

Investing in a concrete pumping truck can lead to significant long-term savings. By reducing the need for manual labor and speeding up the construction process, these trucks help minimize delays and associated costs, ultimately leading to a more profitable project.

Value for Money: Assessing the Overall Value and Efficiency of Concrete Pumping Trucks

When considering the value of a concrete pumping truck, it’s important to factor in not just the cost, but the overall efficiency and effectiveness it brings to the project. Pumping trucks offer a high return on investment by improving the quality, speed, and cost-effectiveness of concrete placement.

Choosing the Right Concrete Pumping Truck for Your Project

Evaluating Truck Features

Pump Capacity and Reach: Factors to Consider Regarding the Truck’s Capacity and Reach

When choosing a concrete pumping truck, it’s important to consider the truck’s pump capacity and reach. The capacity should be sufficient to handle the volume of concrete required for your project, while the reach should be long enough to place the concrete exactly where it’s needed.

Truck Specifications: Key Specifications to Assess When Choosing a Concrete Pumping Truck

In addition to capacity and reach, other key specifications to consider include the truck’s size, maneuverability, and ease of operation. Make sure the truck you choose is well-suited to the specific conditions of your job site.

Additional Features: Optional Features That May Enhance the Truck’s Performance

Some concrete pumping trucks come with additional features that can enhance their performance, such as remote controls, advanced safety systems, and extra stabilization. These features can improve the efficiency and safety of the concrete placement process.

Finding a Reliable Concrete Pumping Truck Service

Local Providers vs. National Companies: Comparing Local and National Concrete Pumping Truck Services

When selecting a concrete pumping truck service, you’ll need to decide between local providers and national companies. Local providers may offer more personalized service and faster response times, while national companies may have more resources and a wider range of equipment.

Service Reviews: Importance of Customer Feedback in Selecting a Service Provider

Customer reviews can provide valuable insights into the reliability and quality of a concrete pumping truck service. Look for providers with a track record of positive reviews and satisfied customers.

Recommendations and Referrals: Seeking Advice from Industry Professionals and Past Clients

Industry professionals and past clients can be excellent sources of recommendations and referrals. They can provide firsthand information on the quality of service and the performance of the concrete pumping trucks used.

Comparing Costs and Services

Requesting Quotes: How to Request and Compare Quotes from Different Concrete Pumping Truck Services

To ensure you get the best deal, it’s important to request and compare quotes from different concrete pumping truck services. Make sure the quotes include all relevant costs, such as rental fees, fuel, and labor.

Service Inclusions: What to Expect in Terms of Services Included with a Truck Rental

When comparing quotes, pay close attention to the services included. Some providers may offer additional services, such as site preparation, equipment setup, and cleanup, as part of the rental package.

Negotiating Terms: Tips for Negotiating the Best Deal and Understanding Service Agreements

Don’t be afraid to negotiate the terms of your agreement. Ensure you understand all aspects of the service agreement, including payment terms, cancellation policies, and any potential additional costs.

What to Expect During Concrete Pumping Truck Operations

Service Preparation

Pre-Operation Checklist: Steps to Prepare Your Site and Ensure Smooth Truck Operation

Before the concrete pumping truck arrives, make sure your site is properly prepared. This includes clearing the area, setting up any necessary forms or barriers, and ensuring that the site is accessible for the truck.

Coordination with Other Trades: Managing Coordination with Other Construction Activities

Coordinate with other trades on-site to ensure that the concrete pumping truck can operate smoothly. This may involve scheduling the concrete pour at a specific time or ensuring that other activities are temporarily paused.

Safety Measures: Ensuring Safety Protocols Are in Place for the Concrete Pumping Truck

Safety is a top priority when operating a concrete pumping truck. Make sure all safety protocols are in place, including proper signage, barriers, and personal protective equipment for workers.

On-Site Operations

Truck Setup: How the Concrete Pumping Truck Is Positioned and Set Up On-Site

The positioning and setup of the concrete pumping truck are crucial for efficient operation. The truck should be placed on a stable surface, with the boom or hose positioned to reach the desired location without obstructions.

Operation Process: Overview of the Pumping Process and What to Expect During Operation

During operation, the concrete pumping truck will draw concrete from the mixer and pump it to the designated location. The process is monitored by an operator who adjusts the pump and boom as needed to ensure precise placement.

Handling Issues: Common Issues That May Arise and How to Address Them Effectively

Common issues during concrete pumping may include blockages, pump malfunctions, or weather-related challenges. It’s important to have contingency plans in place and to work with experienced operators who can address these issues quickly.

Post-Operation Procedures

Cleanup: Steps Involved in Cleaning Up the Truck and the Site After the Job Is Completed

After the concrete has been placed, the truck and site will need to be cleaned. This includes washing out the pump, hoses, and any other equipment used, as well as removing any excess concrete from the site.

Inspection and Quality Check: Ensuring the Work Meets Project Specifications and Standards

Conduct a thorough inspection and quality check to ensure that the concrete has been placed correctly and meets all project specifications. This may involve checking for proper alignment, thickness, and surface finish.

Feedback and Follow-Up: Providing Feedback and Addressing Any Issues with the Service Provider

After the job is completed, provide feedback to the service provider. If any issues arose during the operation, address them promptly to ensure they are resolved to your satisfaction.

Industry Trends and Future of Concrete Pumping Trucks

Technological Advancements

New Innovations: Latest Technological Advancements in Concrete Pumping Trucks

The concrete pumping industry is constantly evolving, with new technologies being developed to improve the efficiency and performance of pumping trucks. These innovations may include advanced controls, automated systems, and more efficient pumps.

Enhanced Efficiency: How New Technologies Are Improving Efficiency and Performance

New technologies are making concrete pumping trucks more efficient, allowing for faster and more precise concrete placement. These advancements are helping to reduce costs and improve the overall quality of construction projects.

Sustainable Practices: Adoption of Eco-Friendly Practices and Technologies in Concrete Pumping

The construction industry is increasingly adopting sustainable practices, and concrete pumping trucks are no exception. New technologies are being developed to reduce the environmental impact of concrete pumping, including more efficient engines and eco-friendly materials.

Future Considerations

Planning for Future Projects: How to Plan for Future Needs and Advancements in Concrete Pumping Trucks

As the construction industry continues to evolve, it’s important to plan for future needs and advancements in concrete pumping trucks. Stay informed about new technologies and consider how they can benefit your projects.

Keeping Updated: Staying Informed About Trends and Updates in Concrete Pumping Technology

To stay competitive in the industry, it’s important to keep updated on the latest trends and updates in concrete pumping technology. Attend industry events, read trade publications, and network with other professionals to stay informed.

Long-Term Benefits: Evaluating How Ongoing Advancements Can Benefit Future Construction Projects

The long-term benefits of ongoing advancements in concrete pumping technology are significant. These improvements can lead to more efficient and cost-effective construction projects, better quality results, and a more sustainable industry.

Building Strong Relationships

Networking with Providers: Benefits of Building Relationships with Concrete Pumping Truck Service Providers

Building strong relationships with concrete pumping truck service providers can lead to better service and more successful projects. These relationships can provide access to the latest equipment, expert advice, and reliable support.

Trust and Reputation: Importance of Developing Trust and a Good Reputation with Service Providers

Trust and reputation are key factors in the success of any construction project. By developing strong, trustworthy relationships with your service providers, you can ensure that your projects run smoothly and meet all expectations.

Continual Improvement: Collaborating with Providers to Enhance Service and Project Outcomes

Collaborating with your concrete pumping truck service providers can lead to continual improvement in both service and project outcomes. Work together to identify areas for improvement and to implement new technologies and practices that can benefit your projects.

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Mexico City Faces Severe Water Shortages and Drought

One looming threat associated with climate change is the drying up of previously reliable water resources relied upon by thirsty and growing urban populations. In North America, Mexico City is facing a looming water crisis that places it in a situation similar to major cities such as Sao Paulo, Cape Town, and Chennai, India. These cities face a combination of scarce rainfall, compromised aquifers, and inadequate or mismanaged water systems.

Mexico City, with a population of around 23 million, inhabits a vast high altitude basin that once formed a water-rich valley, the heart of Aztec civilization. Vulnerable to droughts, the region is part of a vast area, covering two-thirds of the country, experiencing moderate to extreme drought in recent years.

The city’s Cutzamala water network, comprising an extensive network of dams, pipes, and canals, extends to rural reservoirs that neighbor the capital district. Operating at 30 percent of ordinary capacity in May, 2024, the system stood at a historical low (it was as high as 45 percent in 2022). The system supplies 27 percent of the city’s water.

Most of the remainder of Mexico City’s water comes from the aquifer above which the modern city is built. Certain areas of the city are sinking by as much as 20 inches annually, with municipal authorities pumping out twice as much water as is naturally replenished through rainfall. Compounding this issue, the Valley of Mexico is becoming ever more paved over, which impacts infiltration. Rainwater stays on the city streets too long, unable to penetrate the ground, and eventually evaporates.

Less affluent communities within greater Mexico City have long faced the reality of unreliable tap water. The working class community of Iztapalapa, with 1.8 million inhabitants, relies on municipal water trucks, which fill up water tanks or cisterns within buildings and residences. When municipal supplies run low, people pay private trucks to bring in water, and tapping water lines illegally is not uncommon. Water rationing programs are now expanding beyond such communities, with reduced flow (or water shut off completely on certain days) impacting 287 neighborhoods across the city. This is double the number of affected neighborhoods two decades ago.

Climate change is exacerbating an already challenging situation, as Mexico City’s average temperature has increased by 4.5 degrees Fahrenheit across the span of 100 years. This rate of increase exceeds the global average by a factor of two. In addition, “exceptionally hot days” have doubled in some neighborhoods of the city. The rapid increase in temperature, above what climate models alone would predict, reflects a heat island effect. Trees and wetlands are paved over with heat absorbing asphalt and concrete. At the same time, with heat intensifying thirst, water consumption rises beyond the tipping point.

Experts say that Mexico City does have means of addressing its water crisis, but they would require a long-term change in policies. Permeable pavement allows water to sink into the ground, while painting roofs white creates a reflective surface that reduces the absorption of light associated with high urban temperatures. When faced with a similar situation, Cape Town replaced water-needy invasive plants along the edges of reservoirs with species that were drought resistant. This significantly reduced reservoir losses. Other planners point to the example of Israel, which pumps desalinated water from the coast to inland residents, though this would be extremely expensive to set up.

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‘Usually, the SR-71 Blackbird pilots weren’t a chatty bunch, but I could hear the anxiety in the voice of this one,’ Jody Liliedah, Airman.

In 1972, the Vietnam War was still going on. Kadena Air Base, Japan, was considered the gateway to the southeast.

On Jul. 20, 1972 SR-71 Blackbird #978 (known as the “Rapid Rabbit” because of the Playboy logo she sported on both rudders throughout most of her career) crashed at Kadena Air Base, Okinawa, Japan.

Airman Jody Liliedah wrote about his eyewitness experience in Air and Space magazine in October 2015.

The Story of the SR-71 Blackbird that crashed while attempting to land at Kadena AB during extreme crosswinds caused by an oncoming typhoon

Dennis K. Bush on left, James W. Fagg on right

‘On the afternoon of July 20, 1972, I was in my maintenance truck, eavesdropping on the tower frequency. Word had gotten around that an SR-71 would be landing soon. Usually, the Blackbird pilots weren’t a chatty bunch, but I could hear the anxiety in the voice of this one.

‘I heard the tower warn him of a 90-degrees-to-the-runway crosswind of 35 knots gusting to 50 knots—a typhoon was on its way. I could’ve sworn I listened to the tower advise him to consider an alternate airport. Landing anywhere else was out of the question. The SR-71 wouldn’t have had the fuel, and everyone understood without discussion that the brass wanted that airplane on the ground and out of sight as quickly as possible.

The Story of the SR-71 Blackbird that crashed while attempting to land at Kadena AB during extreme crosswinds caused by an oncoming typhoon

The wreckage of “Rapid Rabbit,” the SR‑71 that pilot Dennis Bush crash-landed in 1972 at Kadena Air Base, Okinawa.

‘I sought out a good vantage point to observe the landing: a small concrete building, which housed fuel pumps, about 50 yards from the runway the SR-71 was headed for. I climbed to the roof and settled in. I could see the landing lights before I could make out the airplane, perfectly lined up with the runway, three or four miles out. I couldn’t have been more focused if I were landing the da** thing myself. The main landing gear touched down, and despite the horrible crosswinds, the fuselage was aligned perfectly with the runway’s centerline. It looked like the pilot was going to pull off a picture-perfect landing. But as soon as he deployed his drag chute, a wind gust blew it to port. I watched the nose shift to starboard.

‘Then one of the left main landing gear tires exploded.

‘The pilot jettisoned the chute, poured the coals to the burner, and rotated away from the runway, climbing back into the sky to circle around.

The Story of the SR-71 Blackbird that crashed while attempting to land at Kadena AB during extreme crosswinds caused by an oncoming typhoon

The wreckage of “Rapid Rabbit,” the SR‑71 that pilot Dennis Bush crash-landed in 1972 at Kadena Air Base, Okinawa.

‘I remember thinking, “What the h*ll is he gonna do now? No drag chute. Blown tire. And a monster crosswind, increasing by the minute.” Fortunately, an incoming or outgoing SR-71 had the entire base to itself. The pilot made a second approach, dumping fuel the entire length of the runway, then came back around for his final approach.

‘As he touched down, a fireball engulfed the left landing gear. The airplane kept rolling, nose still high in the air, and then the right gear tires blew. The Blackbird skidded past me like that, nose up and tires on fire, for four or five seconds. When the left gear collapsed and the wing struck the runway, the left engine exploded and debris flew high into the air. The entire airframe began to spin, still traveling down the runway at probably 150 mph, and finally the right gear buckled.

‘The flaming wreck continued sliding down the runway, still on the centerline, until it finally drifted off to the left, into the grass. It came to rest about two-thirds of the way down the runway, about 4,000 feet from where I stood watching, jaw agape.

SR-71 print

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‘I watched the pilot and reconnaissance system operator in their bright orange flight suits leap from the remnants of their aircraft and run from it as fast as they could. I jumped down from the building and several of us started running toward them, but a fire truck and a base security car cut us off. The officer in the car ordered us to stay back.

‘Five hours later, the typhoon was upon us.’

The pilot, Captain Dennis K. Bush, and the reconnaissance systems officer, Captain James W. Fagg, escaped without injury.

Lew Williams who was part of the recovery team pointed out on my Facebook Page Habubrats that although this was a normal flight Bush and Fagg had on the yellow/orange colored suits.

The Story of the SR-71 Blackbird that crashed while attempting to land at Kadena AB during extreme crosswinds caused by an oncoming typhoon

A picture of an SR-71 Blackbird taken from Habu Hill (Matt Moran)

Williams recalls: “A crew from Palmdale led by Mel Rushing was deployed to our detachment and did the cutting up and the disposing of the structural remains and the location was on Habu Hill [According to the book SR-71 Revealed the Inside Story by Richard H. Graham, Habu Hill was a notorious viewing spot on Kadena where crowds of curious and avid aircraft watchers assembled to see the SR-71 takeoff and land].”

Be sure to check out Linda Sheffield Miller, Col Richard (Butch) Sheffield’s daughter, Col. Sheffield was an SR-71 Reconnaissance Systems Officer) Facebook Page Habubrats for awesome Blackbird’s photos and stories.

Photo credit: U.S. Air Force

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Linda Sheffield Miller

Grew up at Beale Air Force Base, California. I am a Habubrat. Graduated from North Dakota State University. Former Public School Substitute Teacher, (all subjects all grades). Member of the DAR (Daughters of the Revolutionary War). I am interested in History, especially the history of SR-71. Married, Mother of three wonderful daughters and four extremely handsome grandsons. I live near Washington, DC.

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