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[Kev 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿 @kok7cfc]

@Brenn_Clinton You also came to complete stop on a give way when road was totally clear.

[Kev 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿 @kok7cfc]

@Brenn_Clinton If only 300 you would be best just to pay for repairs.
I know they hit you but you did drive off. Should have stopped the second they hit you.

[Kev 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿 @kok7cfc]

@belfastbhoy1961 At 16 i worked a full week as arborist labourer for £40 a week.

[Kev 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿 @kok7cfc]

@LionsThr33 @N0TINSERVICE No it just means loads of cars jump instead of waiting. You should be in lane well before the arrows.

[Kev 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿 @kok7cfc]

@RetroCeltic This isnt MON fault.
We left transfer’s till near the end.
We got rid of good players for mediocre ones.
One of the biggest things for me is when its a goal kick the KEEPER takes it not defender job and it puts us under pressure right away.
Our bhoys not hungry enough

[Kev 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿 @kok7cfc]

@RFC5572_ Wrong company to be players bus

[Red Pill HQ @TheRedPillHQ]

Trump’s master plan

[Kev 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿 @kok7cfc]

@ronin21btc No way that car was even hitting 40mph
He had a knife and would probably have used it.
I believe the father should be punished but only with few months in jail at most.

[TradeVibe @TradeVibe777]

In 1925, an engineer in a small New Zealand city started a machine that the entire world had already decided to forget.

100 years later, it's still running. And it is the last one on Earth that can.

Let that sink in for a second.

Not "one of the last." Not "rare." The LAST. Every other machine of its exact kind, built for the exact same purpose, using the exact same design, has been scrapped, melted down, or left to rot into scrap metal in a scrapyard somewhere. This one didn't die. And the story of why it didn't die is stranger, darker, and more human than you'd expect from a pile of iron and pistons.

Here's the setup.

In the early 1900s, engineers were obsessed with a problem: how do you cram enormous power into a small, compact space? Ships needed engines that were brutally powerful but didn't eat up half the hull. The answer some engineers landed on was a genuinely bizarre design — a two-stroke diesel engine with four cylinders, but inside each cylinder sat not one piston, but two. Opposed pistons, moving toward each other, linked by oblique connecting rods to a crankshaft in a way that looks, even today, almost impossible to believe actually works.

It's called a Fullagar engine.

Only two of this exact specification were ever built in the entire history of industrial manufacturing. Two. Not two hundred. Not twenty. Two.

One went to England, installed at a factory in Rugby, run for decades, retired, and then put on public display outside as a museum piece — sitting in the open air, exposed to English weather, slowly corroding in front of visitors who had no idea what they were looking at. By 1980, it was quietly scrapped. Gone. Melted down. Erased.

The other one went to a small port city on the east coast of New Zealand's North Island. A city called Napier.

And that's where this story stops being about engineering and starts being about survival.

Napier installed this engine in 1925 as a generator — 600 horsepower driving a 400 kilowatt alternator, humming away at 3,300 volts, feeding electricity into a growing coastal city that desperately needed reliable power. For a few years it did exactly what it was built to do: sit in a power house, burn diesel, spin a crankshaft, and keep the lights on for people who never thought about it twice.

Then, in the late 1920s, Napier connected to New Zealand's national electricity grid. Hydro power arrived. Suddenly this massive, expensive, complicated machine wasn't needed anymore. It became a backup. A just-in-case. The kind of equipment that sits quietly in a corner while the world moves on without it — the exact fate that killed its twin in England.

This is usually where machines like this die. Budgets get reviewed. Someone asks "why are we still paying to maintain this thing we never use?" And it gets sold for parts, or scrapped, or simply left to rust until it's not worth saving anymore.

But then something happened that nobody could have planned for.

On the morning of February 3rd, 1931, the ground underneath Hawke's Bay tore itself apart. One of the deadliest earthquakes in New Zealand's history hit Napier directly — buildings collapsed, fires broke out across the city, hundreds of people died, and the entire regional power infrastructure that Napier had come to rely on was ripped apart in seconds.

The hydro connection that had made this engine "obsolete" just a few years earlier? Gone. Destroyed. Unreachable.

And in the chaos, in the fires, in the search for survivors, in the darkest days a city on this coast had ever faced — there was exactly one machine standing between Napier and total darkness.

The backup. The "unnecessary" engine nobody thought they needed anymore.

It ran. While the city around it was in ruins, this engine kept turning, kept generating, kept the lights on for a community trying to claw its way out of catastrophe. It wasn't a footnote in the recovery. For a period after the quake, it was the only source of electricity the entire city had. One machine, doing the job of an entire power grid, because someone hadn't gotten around to scrapping it yet.

Try to sit with that for a second. A piece of machinery that was one budget decision away from being melted down ended up being the thing that kept a devastated city's hospitals, radios, and emergency response functioning in its darkest hour. If Napier had been slightly more efficient, slightly more eager to modernize, slightly quicker to get rid of "unnecessary" backup equipment — there's a real chance people who survived the earthquake wouldn't have survived what came after it.

That's not a coincidence you can plan for. That's just what happens when you keep something running instead of throwing it away.

After the earthquake, the engine went back to quiet backup duty. It sat there, ready, for decades — through the 1930s, through a world war, through the 1950s, through the 1960s — running occasionally, being maintained by people who understood exactly what they were looking after, until 1970. Fifty years after it was installed, it was finally taken fully out of active electrical service.

Fifty years. Not five. Not fifteen. Fifty.

And here's the part that should genuinely unsettle you: it should have ended there. Decommissioned machines like this almost never survive contact with time. No fuel supply, no active purpose, no economic reason to keep it — the natural endpoint for something like this is a scrapyard, exactly like what happened to its identical twin on the other side of the world.

Instead, it got something almost no retired industrial machine on the planet ever gets: a second life as something to be understood, not discarded.

The old power house where it had lived its entire working life was handed over to become a museum — what's now known as the Faraday Museum of Technology, right there on Faraday Street in Napier. The engine didn't get moved to a warehouse. It didn't get partially disassembled for parts. It stayed exactly where it had always stood, in the exact building it had always occupied, and a small group of people made a decision that changes everything about how this story ends:

They decided to keep it moving.

Not running on diesel anymore — there's no fuel supply left for it and no silencer, so burning it the way it used to run simply isn't practical anymore. Instead, volunteers fitted it with a friction drive powered by a large electric motor, so the entire mechanism — every piston, every oblique rod, every moving part inside — can still turn, still cycle, still demonstrate exactly how this bizarre and brilliant piece of engineering actually functions. They even installed Perspex windows into the crankcase and internal lighting, so you can look directly inside a hundred-year-old engine and watch the opposed pistons move in real time, lit up like something out of a museum exhibit designed by people who genuinely love what they're preserving.

That detail matters more than it seems. Most industrial museums show you machines behind glass, frozen, dead, described only by a plaque. This is different. This is a machine that still moves the way it was designed to move, still demonstrates the actual mechanical logic that made it revolutionary in 1912, still lets you watch pistons that were manufactured before either world war do exactly what they were built to do.

There are other Fullagar-style engines scattered around the world — a couple in Australia, several in Malta, a few reportedly in Gibraltar, and units that once sat on Nauru Island. But scattered survival isn't the same as this. Most of those are static. Silent. Preserved the way a taxidermied animal is preserved — present, but not alive in any meaningful sense.

This is the one that still moves. The only operational example of its kind, of this specification, of this design lineage, anywhere on the planet. Not "one of a handful still around." The single one still capable of demonstrating, in motion, what an entire generation of marine and industrial engineers were trying to solve for.

And it stays alive for one reason that has nothing to do with government funding, corporate sponsorship, or institutional preservation budgets.

Volunteers.

A rotating crew of people — some with decades of mechanical experience, some who simply fell in love with the machine the first time they saw it — show up, again and again, to service it, maintain it, keep the friction drive running, keep the lighting working, keep a hundred-year-old mechanical system from quietly seizing up the way almost every other machine of its era already has. There's no massive institutional budget guaranteeing this thing survives another decade. There's a small group of people who decided it mattered, and kept showing up.

In November 2024, the Faraday Museum marked exactly 100 years since this engine first started supplying power to Napier. A century since a piece of machinery, built to solve a compact-power problem for ships, ended up becoming the literal pulse of an entire city for fifty years, and then the reason that city didn't go dark on its worst day, and then a hundred-year-old museum centerpiece kept alive purely by people who refused to let it die.

Most machines don't get a hundred-year anniversary. Most machines don't get a second act. Most machines get scrapped the moment they stop being economically convenient — exactly like the identical twin engine that was left outside in England to rot until it was finally destroyed in 1980.

This one didn't. This one is still turning right now, today, because somebody decided a piece of history deserved to keep moving instead of being melted down.

There's something almost uncomfortable about how close this engine came to not existing anymore. One earthquake earlier, and it might have already been decommissioned before it ever got the chance to save a city. One budget cut later, and it might have gone the way of its twin. One generation of volunteers who didn't show up, and it would be a silent, frozen artifact behind a rope line instead of a living mechanical demonstration you can actually watch move.

Every single piece of that timeline had an off-ramp where this machine simply disappears from history. It didn't take any of them.

And now here it is. A hundred years old. The only one of its kind left standing anywhere in the world, still capable of doing the one thing it was built to do — turn.

If you've never seen opposed pistons on oblique rods actually moving inside a diesel engine built before your great-grandparents were born, you've genuinely never seen anything like this. It doesn't look like modern machinery. It doesn't move like modern machinery. It looks like something from a different branch of engineering history entirely — because it is. It's a mechanical dead end that happened to survive, a design philosophy that lost the industrial arms race everywhere except one power house in a small New Zealand city that refused to let it go.

Watch how it moves. Watch what a century of survival actually looks like up close. This isn't a replica. This isn't a static display. This is the real, original, hundred-year-old machine that once kept an entire earthquake-shattered city alive, still doing the thing it was built to do, because a handful of people decided that history deserved to keep running instead of quietly stopping forever.

There is exactly one of these left on the planet. You're looking at it.

Let's go back further, because the "why" behind this design is almost as wild as the survival story.

The man behind the concept was a British engineer named Alan John Fullagar, working in the early 1910s, in an era when internal combustion was still fighting for legitimacy against steam. Steam engines were proven, reliable, understood by every engineer on Earth. Diesel was new, unpredictable, and — critically for marine use — usually meant sacrificing a huge amount of hull space just to fit an engine big enough to move a ship. Fullagar's obsession was compactness. He wanted an engine that could deliver serious horsepower without eating the ship alive.

His solution was mechanically audacious: instead of one piston per cylinder pushing against a fixed cylinder head, he put two pistons in each cylinder, facing each other, moving toward each other on every power stroke, compressing the fuel-air charge between them with no cylinder head at all. No head means no head to cool, no head gasket to fail, and — most importantly — twice the working surface per cylinder in roughly the same physical footprint.

But here's the genuinely strange part: how do you get power out of an engine where two pistons are moving toward each other in the same cylinder? You can't just hook them both straight to a normal crankshaft in the usual way. Fullagar's answer was oblique connecting rods — rods set at an angle, not straight up and down like almost every piston engine you've ever seen — translating that opposing motion into rotation through a geometry that most engineers of the era considered borderline theoretical.

It worked. Barely twenty of the very largest specification were ever manufactured worldwide, and only two of the exact size and configuration installed in Napier and in Rugby, England ever existed. This wasn't a mass-production engine. This was closer to a mechanical proof of concept that happened to also generate real, usable industrial power for half a century.

Most engineering dead ends stay dead ends because they simply don't work well enough to justify their complexity. This one worked. It worked so well it ran continuously, on and off, for fifty straight years, through a world war, through a national depression, through one of the deadliest natural disasters in New Zealand's history — and it was still mechanically sound enough in 1970 that the reason it stopped wasn't failure. It was simply no longer needed.

Compare that to how much of what we build today is designed to fail on a schedule. This machine was designed before anyone had a concept of planned obsolescence, built like the people making it assumed someone might still be looking at it a century later. They were right.

Now picture what maintaining something like this actually looks like in practice, because it isn't romantic in the way a museum plaque makes it sound. There's no manufacturer to call. There's no parts catalog. There's no service manual sitting in a filing cabinet somewhere with torque specs for every bolt. If a part needs replacing, someone has to understand the original 1912 engineering well enough to either fabricate it from scratch or adapt something that was never designed to fit. That's not maintenance. That's closer to forensic engineering — reverse-engineering the intentions of a designer who's been dead for the better part of a century, using tools and materials he never had access to, to keep a machine moving the exact way he intended it to move.

That's what the volunteers at the Faraday Museum actually do. Not polish the paint. Not vacuum around it for visitors. They keep a piece of mechanical history that has no living expert, no active manufacturer, and no modern equivalent functioning exactly as designed — because if they stop, there's no factory to call for parts. There's no backup. There's no second chance. If this one seizes up permanently, that's not a repair job. That's the last operational example of an entire branch of engineering history going silent forever.

Every time it turns, it's not just a demonstration. It's a small, ongoing act of defiance against the fact that almost everything else like it has already been destroyed.

Now think about the earthquake again, but slower this time, because the timeline is more brutal than it sounds at first pass.

February 3rd, 1931. 10:47 in the morning. Magnitude 7.8, centered just off the coast, close enough and shallow enough to hit Napier and neighboring Hastings with a violence that flattened entire commercial districts in under three minutes. Roughly 256 people died across the region — one of the deadliest disasters in New Zealand's recorded history. Fires broke out almost immediately in the rubble, spreading through what was left of the central city because water mains had ruptured and firefighting capability was crippled. Communication lines were down. Roads were cracked and impassable. And the modern hydro-electric grid that had made this old diesel engine "redundant" less than a decade earlier was among the infrastructure that failed.

In a disaster like that, electricity isn't a convenience. It's the difference between hospitals being able to operate and hospitals working in the dark. It's the difference between coordinating a rescue effort and stumbling through rubble blind. It's the difference between radio communication reaching the outside world for help and a city being cut off entirely, alone, with no way to call for aid.

And the machine that stepped into that gap wasn't some purpose-built emergency generator installed in anticipation of disaster. It was a six-year-old backup unit that the city had essentially already mentally filed away as obsolete. Nobody built it to be a hero. It just happened to still be there, still capable, still ready, when everything else failed at once.

That's the detail that should actually stick with you. Heroism, in this story, isn't dramatic. It's not a rescue, not a sacrifice, not a single decisive moment. It's the quiet, boring fact that somebody, at some point, decided not to get rid of the backup equipment just because it wasn't being used much anymore. And because of that one unglamorous decision, an entire city had light and power on the worst day in its history.

Multiply that by the decades that followed. Every year this thing sat in that power house not actively needed was a year someone could have reasonably argued to scrap it, sell the metal, free up the space, cut the maintenance budget. Every single year, someone didn't make that argument — or made it and lost. Fifty years of that. Fifty years of a piece of machinery surviving purely because enough people, over and over, across generations, decided it wasn't time to let it go yet.

And then in 1970, when it finally was retired from active duty, the story could have ended exactly the way its twin's did in England — sitting outside, exposed, deteriorating in public view as a "museum piece" that nobody was actually maintaining, until it quietly got scrapped a decade later because upkeep costs more than most institutions are willing to spend on nostalgia.

Napier's engine got something almost none of its contemporaries received: people who treated preservation as an active, ongoing responsibility instead of a passive hope. The difference between "on display" and "still alive" is entirely a function of whether anyone is willing to keep doing the unglamorous work. England's Fullagar sat outside looking impressive for a while and then died anyway. Napier's engine sits inside, gets serviced, gets its friction drive maintained, gets its lighting checked, gets watched over by people who show up on a schedule because they've decided this machine is worth the effort. That's the entire difference between "artifact" and "survivor."

There's a specific kind of quiet most people never notice until they stand in front of something like this — the sound of an enormous mechanical structure built for raw industrial power moving smoothly, deliberately, at a scale that dwarfs a human being standing next to it. Most of the engineering we interact with daily is designed to disappear — engines hidden under hoods, motors sealed inside plastic housings, mechanisms we're actively discouraged from looking at directly. This is the complete opposite. Every moving part is exposed, visible, deliberately lit so you can watch a hundred-year-old mechanical answer to a hundred-year-old engineering problem play out in real time, a few feet from your face.

You don't get that experience from a photograph. You don't get it from a plaque describing horsepower figures and historical dates. You get it by watching the thing actually move — watching opposed pistons close the distance between each other inside a cylinder that predates radio broadcasting, powered today by a friction drive and an electric motor because the volunteers who look after it refuse to let "no fuel supply" be the reason a piece of history stops turning.

A hundred years ago, an engineer solved a problem nobody else could solve as elegantly, in a design so specific that only two were ever built to that exact specification. One died slowly, outside, forgotten, scrapped by 1980. The other became the only thing standing between an earthquake-shattered city and total darkness, then spent another four decades quietly doing its job, then got saved — not by luck, not by a corporation, not by government mandate, but by ordinary people who kept showing up.

It is, right now, today, the only operational example of its kind anywhere on the surface of this planet.

You are one video away from watching a piece of mechanical history that should not exist anymore, doing exactly what it was built to do, exactly the way it did it for the earthquake survivors of 1931, exactly the way it did it in 1925, still moving, still alive, still the last one standing.

Watch it turn.

One more thing worth sitting with before you scroll away.

We live surrounded by machines that are designed to be temporary. Phones that are engineered to slow down after two years so you'll buy the next one. Appliances built with parts that fail right after the warranty runs out. Cars with plastic components under the hood that nobody expects to survive past a decade. We've normalized the idea that machines are disposable by nature — that everything mechanical has a shelf life, and once it's past that shelf life, the correct response is to replace it, not repair it.

This engine is a direct rebuttal to that entire worldview. It was built in an era before anyone had optimized for planned obsolescence, by people who over-engineered things because they simply didn't know how not to. And a century later, it's still standing specifically because a group of humans decided that "old" and "useless" are not the same word. They looked at a machine that had already outlived its economic purpose twice over — first when the grid arrived, then when it was formally decommissioned in 1970 — and decided that outliving its usefulness didn't mean it had stopped mattering.

That's a genuinely rare decision. Most of history doesn't get preserved. Most of it gets scrapped, sold for parts, quietly discarded because keeping it around costs money and effort with no immediate payoff. The stuff that survives a hundred years almost never survives by accident. It survives because somebody, somewhere, refused to let the easy option win.

Think about how many machines exactly like this one existed in the early 20th century, doing exactly the same job, built to exactly the same ambitious specifications. Dozens, at minimum, across shipping fleets and power stations and industrial plants around the world. Every single one of them is gone except this one. Not because this one was better built. Not because this one was luckier in some cosmic sense. It's the last one standing because, generation after generation, somebody made the boring, unglamorous, thankless decision to keep showing up and keep it running instead of letting it join all the others in a scrapyard somewhere.

That's not really a story about an engine. That's a story about what it actually takes for anything — a machine, a skill, a piece of history, a tradition — to survive long enough to matter to people who weren't even born when it was built. It takes people who don't need recognition for it. It takes maintenance nobody claps for. It takes decades of unglamorous, repetitive care from volunteers whose names most visitors will never learn, who show up not because anyone's paying them enough to justify it, but because they've decided this particular piece of the past deserves a future.

So when you watch this thing turn — when you see opposed pistons that were forged before either World War slide toward each other inside a machine that once kept a devastated city alive — you're not just watching an old engine spin. You're watching the physical result of a hundred years of people refusing to give up on something the rest of the world had already written off twice.

Ask yourself honestly: how many things in your own life have you already decided are "too old to bother with," the same way an entire industry decided this design was a dead end after only two were ever built? How many of those things might still be worth keeping running, if someone was simply willing to put in the unglamorous work?

This engine didn't survive because it was rare. It survived because people decided rarity was worth protecting.

[AZ @AzZaid]

Do your husbands have the courage to play such a joke with their wives 🤣🤣🤣

[Fun Viral Vids 😊 @Fun_Viral_Vids]

It was during an exciting ride that I met your mother I choose a fall over safety I wasn't moving for anything on this earth

[𝕊𝕡𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕻𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕤 @SprinterPress]

The first factory in the world for the production of humanoid robots has opened in China, where "robots produce robots."

Assembling one robot will take 10 minutes. It is planned to produce up to 10,000 humanoid robots annually.

[Teresa Paddystinian🍀122🏆🏆😘 @celtic_ma1888]

This is from his Glasgow set. My youngest daughter saw him in the Monkey Barrel comedy club in Edinburgh & said he was hilarious🤣🤣🤣

[Kev 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿 @kok7cfc]

@Martin00X @bigbreakingit @BGatesIsaPyscho This is part of the plan.

[Kev 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿 @kok7cfc]

@Si_DK67 @combo52595 @NotFarLeftAtAll 😂 auto corrected to that.

[Kev 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿 @kok7cfc]

@combo52595 @NotFarLeftAtAll Lucky if 10% want them here.
You are part of the problem

We cant sustain millions of them coming over and bleeding our welfare system to death.

Its not racist you Buffon

[Kev 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿 @kok7cfc]

@Callum_Booth750 @CBlack6664 @PoliticsPollss They have more than enough to take the island in a few days.
We could blitz it fromThe sky but would only destroy it.
Ground assault would take weeks to assemble.
We don’t have the numbers these days or the might.
I understand it would be lost without US help.

[Kev 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿 @kok7cfc]

@Callum_Booth750 @CBlack6664 @PoliticsPollss What part ?
If you have something to say then say it.

[Kev 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿 @kok7cfc]

@MaitlandBen @PoliticsPollss Woohoo 1994 jets to defend it 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

Argetina has migs that can handle them

My point being it to fwr away for us to defend now with the weak army we now have.