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.