Terminal Velocity

**Skyryder** · 24th January 2005, 21:14

Terminal Velocity. Seems a bloody good name for some kind of alcoholic beveridge here, so with this in mind put you thinking caps on and post your recipe what you think would be a suitable concoction for an after rider aperitif.

Skyryder

**Skunk** · 24th January 2005, 21:17

JB and coke

**John** · 24th January 2005, 21:36

chillies, and beans - and abit of yale.!!

topshelf mate real topshelf brew

**Redstar** · 24th January 2005, 21:39

what is terminal Velocity? If I remember school it's 9.81 meters per second and is the maximum speed an object can reach in vertical decent dictated by gravity at 15llbs/sq inch. so when you jump off sky tower rest assured you will not exceed this speed before you hit the ground.

A person has a terminal velocity of about 200 mph when balled up and about 125 mph with arms and feet fully extended to catch the wind."

thats more like 56m/s I forgot to square it its 9.81m/sec per second silly me!

**ResidentAngel** · 24th January 2005, 21:49

Originally Posted by Skyryder

put you thinking caps on and post your recipe what you think would be a suitable concoction for an after rider aperitif.

Skyryder

an after rider aperitif ?.. reminds me of the hotel that used to be on the corner of K'Rd and Symonds Street. The caskets were put down for a bit whilst the mourners had a few nips to bolster them before they went over to the cemetery over the road!

**inlinefour** · 24th January 2005, 23:21

Originally Posted by Skunk

JB and coke

JB or JD with L & P.

**Sniper** · 25th January 2005, 06:23

Umm, a coke

**James Deuce** · 25th January 2005, 06:26

2 Black Vs

If you don't believe me, ask my workmates how fast I talk after 2 of them.

**ZorsT** · 25th January 2005, 17:37

how about chilli flavoured (sp?) beer?

**Coyote** · 25th January 2005, 19:33

Ethanol, Keroscene, Meths and Turps

**James Deuce** · 25th January 2005, 19:42

Originally Posted by alarumba

Ethanol, Keroscene, Meths and Turps

Quickly followed by hallucinations and blindness.

My Grandfather told me about two stokers on the Nelson in WWII that put a tap on an ethanol coolant line for the boilers who were found wandering about, mental as anything, and blind as bats. They died within hours of drinking a pint of ethanol each.