|Project by LittleBlackDuck||posted 06-07-2016 12:27 AM||1012 views||3 times favorited||28 comments|
Again you get the 2 for 1 instalment. You be the judge where your allegiance lies.
“Scrapper” was my 2nd. last completed T&J model (just before the Hummer) and built around September 2015. The thing I liked about this build was that it had quite a few movable parts, but on hindsight that’s was to be the demise of this model (movable parts eventually break).
Thank you for your attention.
Now for the real story, with less “intelligent” content than my previous publications.
Why pugilist…? you ask, to which I answer ”You talkin’ to me?” and then try to answer. It’s because he can’t play any musical instruments and just “Scrapper” sounded naked which would fail the “G” rating. Why musical instruments...? Because he’s a single tasking male and as I am now just as confused as you should be, I shall look for the full stop. <-> There it is, terminating this mindless prattle like a bug on a wall (not the listening type but the crawly type… yech … I hate eavesdroppers, and name droppers, and pants droppers… where’s that second full stop?).
“Scrapper” was my last T&J build just prior to and a bit before my last T&J build at the time. It has a sad, sad story to tell. It goes something like “WROOM, wroom, wroo-oom, wr-ooom, cough, splutter, wroom, wroom”!!! (but in a deeper gutteral engine concerto). To bypass the Engine to English dictionary, I shall try to translate myself.
I (this is “Scrapper” speaking and he does not speak in the 3rd. person) started on the computer screen as a SketchUp model and a few weeks later I was incarcerated in a display cabinet in some dark and dingy house in Churchill. The End.
”Scrapper” is a man of few word so I shall endeavour to extrapolate for him while waiting for my next psychiatrist’s visit.
He (this is me speaking now… actually typing in case you weren’t listening) had a dull beginning so I’ll try to ad-lib, however, the build was fairly unimpressive with few public holidays or mardi gras so actually there is not too much ad-libbing and even less pickies as the camera ran out of Jpegs.
When I (as in Duck) hit the workshop I began with the traditional wheel making (refer to previous blogs if you have a fetish for wheel related bufoonery). Ad-lib… ad-lib… ad-lib… ad-labour… ad-greeneies… ad-lib… ad-lib and finally I tunged it and gave it a shellacking.
Other than an uneventful build, it was totally frustrated by me (and to me), continually trying to fabricate the side panel of the bucket. I probably made about a dozen of them and kept breaking the “ring” that the “Rear Cross beam” was mounted in before I got an acceptable matching pair, only to discover later that I screwed up and the hole was not a pass through in which case I would never have broken it. I still carry the scars of my undying faith in SketchUP which is what drove me to such a fundamental stuff up.
(This is what it should have looked like)
This is how it was cut (dummkopf)
I’m only giving this more coverage than it deserves, because it was such an elemental stuff up which was discovered way too late after the glue up and also because I considered that I haven’t wasted as much valuable writing space due to lack of meaningful verbal material as I have in the past.
Last minute scoop. I found these photos of “Scrapper”s nuts growing on a tree. I picked the nuts and replace most of the T&J supplied pegs with my nuts (the laser cut ones). Don’t know whether it may have been a overkill but seeing as how the glue has dried (take my word for it as you cannot see dried glue in an old photo), the nuts are stuck and erring on the side of caution I’m going to let sleeping dogs lie as they would get upset if I glued some extra nuts on them.
Just thought of another last minute scoop (which would make the previous one a “last 2, minutes scoop”). Do not do what I have done and make the model fully operational. People, by that I mean those well meaning “individuals” in close proximity of “Scrapper”, seem to have succumbed to that contagious disease called the “Wet paint must be tested” syndrome. When I tell people that parts move they try to force movement and some even attempt to force up the dovetailed top of the display cabinet.
I’m hereby de-extrapolating this article (cutting short) as fortunately my ankle has re-covered (I put a new pair of socks on) and I can go back to abusing my machinery rather than waste everyone else’s valuable time.
You may need to wait for my next dicky ankle (funny place to have it) to get presented with another inane Ducky quackerry. But need not fear, I’ll keep poking my beak into other unsuspecting bloggers.
Bye 4 now.
I got so eager to hit the concrete of my workshop I nearly forgot to post the gallery pictures before hitting the [Post this project] button, but when you initially saw the pictures you probably had no idea how close you were to missing out. Phew.
Bye 4 now again.
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