A soda / sand blaster from Eastwood supplies.Nothing like stipping paint to make you feel like a man.
About Me
Monday, February 23, 2009
Sunday, February 22, 2009
Give Me Some Skin
Saturday, February 21, 2009
Elevator to the top floor
IT WOULDN'T FIT IN THE BEDROOM
I was told by a wise old arab you can achieve hours of pleasure in your bedroom but the damn wing won't go up the stairs! So once baby's fuselage was hung the left wing was located into the basement workshop . It fit's neatly in and I didn't even have to move the cat's litter box.
I can bore people to tears describing all the work but I'll let the pics and video walk the talk.
* every time the cat comes down it had to endure me picking her up and showing her my progress. It's getting pretty fast at "dump-and-run" now.
Friday, February 20, 2009
Sail a Rudderless Ship
The rudder took a beating out in the wind and rain. Only when the fabric was removed was the extent of the rot seen. Ribs had seperated, plywood had delaminated , and bolts corroded beyond even scrap value. The spar warped by fabric shrinkage and had to be built up.As we speak my lovely rebuilt rudder hangs in my computer room where I can throw darts at it.
Say Goodnight Baby!
My selfish wife demanded the garage for the winter for..for..a CAR! In the interested in preserving what's left of the marriage I had to come up with a compromise. Her constant whining on how heavy it was hoisting the car up to the ceiling at night wore me down. Baby is now hung from the rafter's of the garage like a Smithsonian exhibit. Had to remove some floor for the tail to stick up into the attic.
RIGGING
Thursday, February 19, 2009
TAIL TIME
STRIP FOR ME , BABY!
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