...The Musée des Blindés at Saumur. I forgot to take a picture of the outside, so here is a stock one from our files.
WARNING!
WARNING!
This following bit is pretty much all just pictures of tanks. Tanks, tanks and more tanks, interspersed with the odd self-propelled gun, tank-destroyer or softskin truck. So if you don't like that kind of thing then I'd just skip to the next chapter if I were you.
Sickly, looking like a hobo as usual, standing by an American truck. I think it's a GMC.
Good that he has some ambition.
It is actually Sickly's sincere wish to become a hobo when he leaves school. Not sure what the careers officer would make of that. But he wants to be hobo nobility, with a cracked monocle, bent top hat, and fingerless mittens. So he would at least be in a management position and in charge of other hobos.
Good that he has some ambition.
Even cuter than a Renault FT 17, it's a little Goliath! They'd be great for village fetes. You could put a toddler on one, and the older kids could remote control it around a maze of straw bales or something. There would be a prize for the quickest time, and the toddler would enjoy the ride. A perfect scheme. I can't see any downside to it.
Oh yeah, the Goliath is packed with explosives. Forgot about that...
A Mark III. Not cute at all, really.
And grey is just so Early War. Come on, people! This is the mid-Forties now.
And grey is just so Early War. Come on, people! This is the mid-Forties now.
The business end of a Mark IV. Dunno what letter it is. I am incapable of remembering such nerd-like detail.
I wonder what zimmerit paste tastes like? I might try it in my sandwiches tomorrow instead of Princes Sardine and Tomato.
Ah, I know what this one is without having to look it up. A Sturmpanzer IV Brummbär. I know that because I made the Tamiya kit of it when I was a teenager. Even put the Zimmerit on by hand with milliput. I was rather pleased with it. Then when I was a slightly older teenager I converted it into a Space Ork Landship for 40K Rogue Trader. What an idiotic thing to do.
Another French tank. This one looks like it can't make its mind up which World War it wants to be in.
And now, the Soviet Section. Sickly, brimming over with youthful idealism and revolutionary fervour, respectfully asks you to click on THIS LINK (right click and select Open Link in New Window) while looking at the next few pictures.
He'd also like it if you'd stand for the duration of the song.
He'd also like it if you'd stand for the duration of the song.
I don't know about you, but I find post-war tanks a bit dull. Impressive as they may be from a technical, performance standpoint, they just don't really do anything for me.
Even though it's a tank from the useless and boring 80s, it still looks like a tank from the future, even today.
I don't know quite what this was doing a museum des Blindés (as it couldn't be less armoured if it tried), but there we are.
So it's a wooden car. It had a wooden chassis, wooden wheels, and a wooden engine.
Guess what? It 'wooden' go.
Sorry. That joke is brought to you from a 1970s school playground, somewhere on the Welsh border.
So it's a wooden car. It had a wooden chassis, wooden wheels, and a wooden engine.
Guess what? It 'wooden' go.
Sorry. That joke is brought to you from a 1970s school playground, somewhere on the Welsh border.
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Anyway, time to move on again. No sign of our contact. Must have got cold feet again.
Damn you, Hulk Hogan!
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