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Seems fine to me mate
My T34 sits to one side no problem
For building it could do with a brake but otherwise they are a huge plus to have

G'Day,
I use a large lazy Susan ( about 39 cm diameter) for building my tanks on. Also very handy for rotating them when painting and detailing.
To keep them from sliding or moving, I cut some anti slip matting to fit the lazy Susan top.
Cheers
AK

Ideal when using the air brush.

As for stability, if the tank stays on when eccentrically loaded in the southern hemisphere, how can it possibly fall off in the northern hemisphere ?

Afternoon, Mick. I started a thread last year on a similar (but bespoke) product. It looks quite nifty, and has a gripping surface; but..well.. it also sports a not so fetching colour, unless you happen to like the type of flashy, metallic, go- faster paints often associated with dragsters..
I liked the design, though, and the price wasn't too OTT.
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Son of a gun-ner wrote:

43rdRecceReg wrote: I liked the design, though, and the price wasn't too OTT.
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Afternoon Reg?
Your one looks like it sits between the tracks on the belly of the beast, that's quite handy, the Ikea one is smaller underneath (the base), going to have to measure it now, it has a rubber grip on the base, to stop the whole thing slipping. If it is too wide for the tracks to be free turning, it will be beneficial to cut it down, and at the price of 5.50 a bargain, glad I bought four now lol.

Mick.

The one I saw is purpose made for tanks. However, i use a block of 4 X 2, mostly.
Roy
'43rdRecceReg' was my late Father's unit in WW2 (his elder brother was in the same regiment..), and that's why i use that handle.. Strictly, It should really be 43rdRecceRegt.', but you get the idea.

Son of a gun-ner wrote:

43rdRecceReg wrote: The one I saw is purpose made for tanks. However, i use a block of 4 X 2, mostly.
Roy
'43rdRecceReg' was my late Father's unit in WW2 (his elder brother was in the same regiment..), and that's why i use that handle.. Strictly, It should really be 43rdRecceRegt.', but you get the idea.

Oh, ok, so, a lump of four by two on an Ikea lazy Susan it is then.

That's a nice way to honour your father Roy. I guess calling myself son of a gunner is a way to honour mine, even though sadly we didn't get on. He was in North Africa with the royal artillery, changed over to navy after that campaign.

Mick.

That's quite a switch from the Desert to the Sea, but maybe your Dad was tired of feeling parched...and that's not as flip as it may appear The trickiest relationships always seem to be within families. I hope now that you feel at ease with thoughts about the old man.
My Grandparents survived the First World War, and the Great Depression, while my parents survived (just) the Great Depression (1929 on..) the Second World War, Rationing and more. They were hard people, as were their peers, and they needed to be be; and maybe that's why their Babyboomer kids reacted to them so badly in the 1950s; but especially the rebellious 1960s. At this distance, it's easier to see why it all happened. It's also easier to forgive them.

A couple of years ago Herman and I were talking about Lazy Susan's, I told him of my free Tank holder,
In the days when PCs came with a CRT Monitor these were very heavy and so they were often mounted on a large sturdy base with a 360 Degree fully adjustable heavy duty plate on top complete with rubber anti-slip rubber mounts,
If you look around you can buy them for pennies.
I wouldn't change it for anything newer, It really is as tough as a Tank.,
I never knew Grandfather Christopher, he died in the First World War in France while leading his Regiment,
My father joined the Indian Army but resigned his commission in 1939 to enlist in the County Regiment when Mr Chamberlain declared War, And shortly after was on a Boat to France as part of the BEF,
He managed to board a Destroyer in Dunkirque Harbour but it was sunk by Dive Bombers just outside the harbour, He was severely injured but he was saved,
He was medically discharged and became an Armourer at a USAAF Bomber Base when the US joined the UK in fighting His Majesty's enemies.
As I grew up we drifted apart as Fathers and Sons sometimes do, Mostly my fault and I regret the lost years.
I was in Germany in the service when with hardly any warning I was in a Staff car to Dusseldorf Airport to Luton Airport into another Staff car which took me to Luton & Dunstable Hospital where I met my Father,
He was in tears when he saw me in uniform with the Beret and Chrome plated shoulders,
He died a couple of days later,
It was my Uncle Taff with whom I was really close,
He was an infantryman from the trenches of the killing machine that was Northern France 1914/1918,
We would spend hours in his wonderful garden talking about Rats and Lice and camaraderie,
His wife, my Aunt told me much later that in all the years they had shared each others lives he had never talked of the War.
I loved him, a simple straight Bloke who personified everything that makes me proud to have served and proud of the men I have served with. (My Pirates)
Shaun.

jarndice wrote:A couple of years ago Herman and I were talking about Lazy Susan's, I told him of my free Tank holder,
In the days when PCs came with a CRT Monitor these were very heavy and so they were often mounted on a large sturdy base with a 360 Degree fully adjustable heavy duty plate on top complete with rubber anti-slip rubber mounts,
If you look around you can buy them for pennies.
I wouldn't change it for anything newer, It really is as tough as a Tank.,
I never knew Grandfather Christopher, he died in the First World War in France while leading his Regiment,
My father joined the Indian Army but resigned his commission in 1939 to enlist in the County Regiment when Mr Chamberlain declared War, And shortly after was on a Boat to France as part of the BEF,
He managed to board a Destroyer in Dunkirque Harbour but it was sunk by Dive Bombers just outside the harbour, He was severely injured but he was saved,
He was medically discharged and became an Armourer at a USAAF Bomber Base when the US joined the UK in fighting His Majesty's enemies.
As I grew up we drifted apart as Fathers and Sons sometimes do, Mostly my fault and I regret the lost years.
I was in Germany in the service when with hardly any warning I was in a Staff car to Dusseldorf Airport to Luton Airport into another Staff car which took me to Luton & Dunstable Hospital where I met my Father,
He was in tears when he saw me in uniform with the Beret and Chrome plated shoulders,
He died a couple of days later,
It was my Uncle Taff with whom I was really close,
He was an infantryman from the trenches of the killing machine that was Northern France 1914/1918,
We would spend hours in his wonderful garden talking about Rats and Lice and camaraderie,
His wife, my Aunt told me much later that in all the years they had shared each others lives he had never talked of the War.
I loved him, a simple straight Bloke who personified everything that makes me proud to have served and proud of the men I have served with. (My Pirates)
Shaun.

Just rereading this mini-biog, Shaun, I'm struck by what a varied life and career your Pater had. It ought to be worthy of writing out in full, with added illustrations. Sadly, these days it's often the case than when the older generations march on, their lives are generally unrecorded, and tokens of them end up at the local tip, or some in some anonymous Junk shop window. It's always saddened me when I've seen old monochrome pics of WW1 soldiers in antique shop windows. It's like being slowly airbrushed out of all existence. That's why I've made a conscious effort to remember what my Father and his brothers did in the War, as well as my Grandfather and brothers in the Great War. Two uncles I should have met, I never did,
because WW1 snuffed them out.
Sorry, S.O.A.G- for the wee diversion. There is a forum section for celebrating out forbears, where these mini memoirs should go...but
Incidentally, in Celtic culture...before the Germano-Danish invasions, each village had a 'Seanchai'; a sort of local historian and storyteller. It was his role (and those of his descendants) to memorise the lineages and personal histories of the families in the village. That way, their heritage would live on in oral tradition through the ages. It did, until the advent of the Highland clearances, and the majors wars wiped out whole communities. Proof, if any were needed, of how some things need to be recorded in print (preferably clay tablets, or vellum..they last for millennia, CDs, DVDs and Hard Disks don't )
Curiously, when going some decades ago to do my Family history at the main library in Inverness, I encountered the council appointed genealogist there..a cross between a boffin and a senachai..and he left me speechless (not many people can do that ) by reciting my family history back to the time of Culloden, almost. Amazing. After a Friday night on the malt, I'd be lucky to recall what I'd done the day before, never mind in times past! (Only joking..I'm the soul of restraint and sobriety!).
Ok back to Lazy Susan.. and do remember your forbears...you wouldn't be you without them, and what they did- good and bad.