If you know me in the real world, you know that I used to build skiffs and runabouts in my mom's garage. Some I sold, none I kept. The largest one, I held one of the best boozefests in my party history for a turnover party, where 12 people helped me turn the boat over, w/ blocks and tackle, as I built the hull upside down and spun it over to finish the interior. In the end, that boat was my greatest failure. I ended up chainsawing it to clear space in the garage for my brother to restore a SWEET 1971 Olds Cutlsss 442.
At any event, in recent memory, I haven't built shit, so I starting building a little boat.
|CNC precut panels and assorted materials|
|Crash Bulkhead and the display cradle (finished in a basic brown paint I had on hand).|
|Frames. The sticks at the bottom will be used as supports to rest on the bench when placed, to align the frames|
|The keel, including shaft, sitting on the Mommobile. Fucker's big for a toy, isn't it!|
|mounting frames on the keel|
|aligning in 3 dimensions requires bubble levels, emory boards, superglue and superglue accelerator, and epoxy.|
|hull, slightly modified off-plan, w/ fantail stern. Thank God some key parts were precut!|
|hull and stern detail. shaft and stuffing box were a bitch to epoxy in.|
|frame, sitting to dry. I had to arc my booze nad beer bottles for 12 whole hours while the epoxy was setting. Kept me paying attention.|
Inappropriately Hot Foreign Wife has been enjoying that this work has kept me sober and available during daylight hours, although she has NOT been a big fan of me sneaking out to my Fine work bench in the evenings to 'set one last piece to cure overnight.'
Such fuckery has not gone unpunished. I got to enjoy sitting and watching her watch Brazilian TV for an hour or two on a couple of occasions, with a 'hey, I was waiting for you and got sucked into this show' after.
So it goes.