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Re: What is the most ghetto thing you've seen on a robot?
I may not have been clear, but do you realize I was talking about 122's robot from the 1997 game, Toroid Terror? This was from before 122 even paired with New Horizons, I think it was with Phoebus High School, but it was so long ago I'm not even sure of that. Jeff Seaton or John Evans might be the only ones who remember anymore.
As I recall, the 1997 robot for 122 had a 36" square base, with the wheels oriented 45 degrees out of plane and a tall base for a two-linked arm so the robot was almost impossible to get through any doorways. The shoulder joint had some surgical tubing and what I'm pretty sure was the lead brick from the small parts catalog to help counter balance the crazy torque that arm had to deal with when delivering inner tubes. The 1998 robot was my first year, so looking at the prior year's, I just remember Ansel Butterfield describing what the parts were, so maybe I heard wrong or my memory is fuzzy after nearly 20 years.
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Originally Posted by happyWobot
I sincerely apologize but you are mistaken. The two ballast on the arms are constructed of .5 inch plate steel. This steel is occasionally used in cooking applications and was a remnant I had left over from a grill project I never completed. They needed something really heavy and very thin. I donated it to the team and it did the job quite nicely. I can assure you that these steel plates were not cut with a hacksaw. I gave up on that barely 2 inches into the plate and an hour later.
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