The following few pictures were taken via camera phone, so they are not high resolution, the rest after this are.
At the scrapyard, phase 1- metal reclamation. These are machines from Intel, ironically Shane had worked on these about a year ago, now they have been decommissioned. Coincidence? YOU decide!
A big ass pile of steel wool, no shit. How big? Take a look at us in the next picture to see...
A scrap pile. That is a cement truck drum on the left.
Huh, and here I thought Jesus saved EVERYTHING.
Nothing but metal shavings.
More crap, including a discarded car.
Gunkata
Fucking tired at the end of the day.
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Bringing the metal home Saturday morning...
Planning it all out.
Grinding. We spent a fuckload of time grinding.
More...
I like this picture...the sparks give you the sensation of flying through a starfield if you look at it just right, or maybe I am just fucking tired.
Alignment of the top wing.
Fitting for the final height and positioning.
No clue what we are looking at here...
Thursday was the day for upper control arm repair.
Getting the parts...
Shane and Kevin
Yes, it really was necessary to break out the flamethrower for the repair. If you must know, it was to melt the old rubber out of the bushings.
We also decided to burn some random stuff for good measure.
Tired.
The oddest tool anyone ever used to loosen a bolt. No shit, we used this...thing.
Metal shavings started to become a problem as the night wore on.
Hamburger Stand.
Shane holds up the wings while I weld the substructure.
About this point in the project we had 9.5 hours logged on the previous day and about 13 this day. Kevin had already died on the couch and Shane was starting to talk crazy...ok, I should qualify that, Shane was starting to talk crazier. He is not really credited with always having the most grounded thought patterns, which is why he was a part of this job to begin with.
Shane- "Almost March 15...beware the ides of March"
Me- "Huh?"
Shane- "Julius Ceasar...he was walking down the street on like March 10th and some homeless guy screamed at him to beware the ides of March. Sure enough he got his ass dusted on March 15th...see, that's why you gotta tip those fuckers...some of them have SUPER POWERS"
Me- "I think we need to close this project off for the night."
There's more! PAGE II for Project Orbiting Terror