yak 139

Oh!!, those negative vibes – 3500 hours; that is less than 10 hours per day per year. Spread over a 4 year period it is down to less than 2 1/2 hours a day; many people spend more time than that watching television and down at the pub.

I’m surprised you say the Fury and the Spitfire take about the same time to build; I would have thought that the Fury being a biplane, would have taken longer; ask anyone who has built model aircraft whether they can build a pair of biplane wings in the same time as the can build a single monoplane wing, not withstand having to produce two sets of fittings and struts etc.. This equates to either the Spitfire taking less than 3500 hours to build or the Fury taking more than 3500 to build. :confused:

I think it is a mistake to keep a tally on the hours worked or the amount spent on a project, rather keep an account of the enjoyment and satisfaction one gets from doing it. So, it takes four years to build; at the end of that time you have something that is unique and however many similar a/c have been built yours will be unlike any other – no two home-built aircraft of the same design are identical. 😎

I know people who have been in particular trades for all their working lives and I would not let them anywhere near my projects without retraining because their abilities in aircraft building are not up to scratch – metal, wood, composite, take your pick.

Negative vibes have no place in the home-building scene.

Cameron 😡

Can anyone identify this cockpit; taken in England, probably about 1990.

Have the best of both worlds and get a high wing with a clear centre section. You have the uninterrupted downward views and a clear upward view of the low winger letting down on you.:mad:

Neal

And the best of luck flying with one of the best nutters around. 😮

Posted with no intended offence to Denny.

Yes, the Tiger Moth on a summers evening, takes a bit of beating.

Ninja Turtles, Star Wars, Television, what are these things, we had none of them when I was young we had to make our own entertainment. Depending what was in season we would go across the fields and pick incendary bombs or chase doodlebugs, V2’s or anything else that happened to fall out of the sky – it used to be a race between the local lads, the Policeman and the POW’s to see who could get there first to bag the best pieces. It is only now that I realise what the value of some of the junk would be today. We would also sneak into the local Italian POW camp, through holes in the fence, to play football or we would help them with hedging and ditching or bridge (small ones) building on the local farms. We had adventure but today’s kids are not allowed to do anything incase they hurt themselves. Oh Happy Days.

Thats enough of me waffling on – I’m young at heart though.:mad: