I finally put the last couple dabs of green bondo on the skeg and rudder fairings early this evening and shelved the hull for that crap to harden up. I had planned on resuming work in the aft deck, built as a unit and bonded to the hull, but I figured that finishing some of the control gear would get me to sea trials faster. And I kind of needed to switch up to something completely different. Dad cut the first of two rudder pull/pull wheels out of aluminum, but hasn’t been able to work on the second. So, I decided to copy the one he’d machined. It took a few minutes to get the hang of his Southbend 10″ lathe, but it’s a pussycat once you get to know it. Almost 4 hours later I had a near perfect copy of the wheel Dad had cut. I still need to drill and tap two grub screws in each of them, but that’ll have to wait till tomorrow.
I’ll try to get some pix of them before and after I put them in the hull.
First time I’ve run up the drivetrain on the Darby since installing and fiber glassing. The motor noise in the vid is the twin Pittman motors. I’m getting close to some sea trials. I’ll post some pix of the skeg build in the gallery.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY 401!!
I hope your day yesterday went as good as can be expected. I will be heading down to Raleigh in the AM. Convinced the wife that Chloe needs a picture atop the only Panzer in the U.S. so we are going to stop by the museum on the way down. Hope things look up this weekend for you and your fam. Give me a shout if you get a chance.
-Dog
PS I hear they have a AH-1 there to. Will get a pic of Chloe flying that bird as well! Later
I don’t think the Lord smiles kindly on Extacy abuse.
The chick in blue is kind of hot.
Can suck my hairy balls. Every last one. Fuck you.
I was on my way to work this morning (a very rare thing on Saturday), and I got stopped by the evil red light at the top of the hill in front of the Y. As a side note, the lights are timed to fuck you and make you stop on this steep hill. I swear it pisses me off no end to have to stop there evry morning to watch a stream of nothing go by. But I digress.
I didn’t watch the opening of the olympics last night, but I heard that it was quite good. There was a section that had a bunch of I Ching dancing (You know, like what’s his name on the old Kung Fu TV show).
So there I am, waiting for my light to turn green, and there on there in front of the Y are a couple (non oriental) women Tai Ghi’ng to the loudly soothing twang ‘n clanging traditional Chinese music. The only thing I could think of what that it didn’t take long before everyone was kung fu fighting, with fists fast as lightning.
Light changes, head shakes, on I go to work.