are united by a love of offbeat science, of underdog inventors like Fuller, Farnsworth, and Tesla,
and of arcane facts.
When you talk with a maker, suddenly you could be learning about blimp physics, the speed of insects in meters per second, or
Napoleon’s reliance on aluminum. Makers' pursuit of open-ended engineering fits every definition of play: it occurs in a defined
space, has rules, and attracts participants who feel both joy and tension in its practice. Most projects take weeks or months of
exhausting work, but there is an undeniable satisfaction in the finale — pressing the On button for the first time.
stopped smoothly next to me, and students in dark clothing hustled out. One yanked the blue tarp off the trailer to reveal the Volkswagen. Four guys grabbed the body of the Beetle from the trailer and struggled to lower it to street level. Success depended on securing two sets of rigging. One team would run the steel cable through a carabiner on a harness atop the car body. A second group would place a nylon rope through another carabiner on the car’s harness and use it to gently but quickly lower the car off the side of the bridge, like a dinghy off a cruise ship.
They crossed over to the southbound lane, and five minutes and 28 seconds after they had arrived, they were mere onlookers, pedestrians, and nothing could touch them. “Somebody get on the phone—call for pickup,” Johnson commanded.
Two hours later, driving through Stanley Park, looking for their handiwork in the predawn, the team listened as an AM radio station did morning traffic: “On the Lions Gate this morning, you’re going to have to look out for a disabled car—under the bridge.” Johnson looked satisfied. An older man in a bike helmet pedaled by in the gray light and called out, in a shy but conspiratorial tone, “UBC engineers!” The group cheered.
In a few hours, the incident received coverage from Reuters (“Engineered to Bug You?”), the Vancouver Province (“Car Drop Scores”) and international television. Rumors flew that the police might look for suspects on the bridge’s security footage. All day Monday, detectives questioned any student who came to Stanley Park to view the car, but by the time summer break rolled around, the police hadn’t made any arrests.
After years of post-9/11 security and paranoia, it was impressive to see a little creative mischief for the hell of it. And in the end, the Beetle-hanging wasn’t just a stunt. It was a chance to learn the essentials of problem-solving—simplicity, planning, skill—by causing problems. — “Engineering Pranks 101“ / Popular Science