The Golden Age of the megarocket had to be in the 60s and early 70s, when German scientists held sway with their peculiar tastes and inclinations. Having gotten used to unlimited access to the nation of Germany’s alcohol supply during WW-II, they were inclined to go all out in the United States – in quantity and quality. Hence their drive to ensure that at least one stage of our Moon rocket was powered by fermented grapes, the christened it the “Sauternes V.” Indigineous Alabamans rebelled, insisting that the product of clandestine ‘stills, known “Redneck Punch No. 1,” (“RP-1” for short) be used instead. Eventually the infighting and bitter complaining became too much for Congress, to the point where then head of the White Congressional Caucus, M’Fume Blanc, was heard to say “I don’t like this variety of white whine!”
Thereafter, the Texas oil lobby was able to sneak kerosene into the formula for “RP-1,” and the demise of the megarocket was assured…
The Golden Age of the megarocket had to be in the 60s and early 70s, when German scientists held sway with their peculiar tastes and inclinations. Having gotten used to unlimited access to the nation of Germany’s alcohol supply during WW-II, they were inclined to go all out in the United States – in quantity and quality. Hence their drive to ensure that at least one stage of our Moon rocket was powered by fermented grapes, the christened it the “Sauternes V.” Indigineous Alabamans rebelled, insisting that the product of clandestine ‘stills, known “Redneck Punch No. 1,” (“RP-1” for short) be used instead. Eventually the infighting and bitter complaining became too much for Congress, to the point where then head of the White Congressional Caucus, M’Fume Blanc, was heard to say “I don’t like this variety of white whine!”
Thereafter, the Texas oil lobby was able to sneak kerosene into the formula for “RP-1,” and the demise of the megarocket was assured…