Showing posts with label espresso. Show all posts
Showing posts with label espresso. Show all posts

Sunday, 10 April 2011

Good day, cat!

For Sinter Klaas my nephew got a 'My First RC Car' type present.  He loved it, and was busy running everyone over thinking it was a great joke.  My niece (who is older) also loved playing with the car, and said that she wanted a pink convertible for her birthday.  I immediately thought that would be something nice to build - and i had an old car that I thought I could rebuild in the attic.

Coming from a council estate, and growing up in the 80's and being a petrol head I have always had a soft spot for fast Fords.  It's odd when you think about it - whilst Fords may be the peoples cars the fast Fords rarely are.  These days I prefer fast Volvo's to fast Fords - another oddity, once you get to the point where you can buy and insure a fast Ford you wonder if you actually want to buy one (the Volvo is nearly as quick, much less in your face - in fact it looks almost the same as a slow Volvo, and so much more comfortable on a long trip).

But, when in university, and still driving a 957cc Fiesta that was only 2 years younger than me, I was still into them.  And so I treated myself to a toy:


It was a fun project - you had to build everything - including the gear boxes and differentials.  And if you get a chamfered washer the wrong way around in a differential it makes the world of difference.  Or in other words, it doesn't work and you get annoyed :)

I haven't used the car in years, but had not thrown it away - it was sitting in the attic gathering dust.  So we had a choice of trying to find a toy car that fitted what she wanted, or rebuilding this and having something that was possibly too grown up for a 5 year old to play with.  We went for the latter, in the hope that she gets used to it fast enough not to destroy it before he has really played with it.

I dismantled it to down to the main components (I did not want to have the issue of rebuilding the diffs, or rather not being able to rebuild the diffs) and gave everything a good clean.  We brought new wheels, a new battery and speed controller (an electronic one that makes it easier to control) and a new convertible body.

As she is a huge fan of a certain white cat with a red bow we decided to make the new car a tribute.  Mrs Stace is the artistic one and drew three of the cats on the car, long with a couple of flowers and a butterfly.  I sprayed it a pearlescent voilet / blue (depending on the light).

To finish it off we brought on of the said cats and, err, how can I put this...  Decapitated it to use as the driver of the car.  We were really happy with the finished result:







The car went down a storm, and survived the huge impacts it had within a couple of seconds of her getting the controller.  But she learnt very quickly not to go full speed, and without being told figured out that you an use reverse to stop the car quicker.  The good thing about the flexible top is that it doesn't break very quickly in an impact, and when it gets dented you can 'ping' them almost completely out.  It doesn't look quite as good as these pictures any more - but it's not too bad :)

I have no doubt that in 6 months I'll be spraying another top for her - as long as the chassis remains unscathed the tops are fairly cheap.

Seeing her face when she unwrapped it made the effort of rebuilding the car so worth it :)

Wednesday, 1 September 2010

She's Back!

More chilled than before, with a slight tan, and with the after effects of too much Italian food and wine :)

The break was to go on vacation with Mrs Stace to Camogli on the Italian Riviera for a week, but due to me being one of the world’s worriers that isn't something I feel comfortable with saying in advance...  Stupid I know, but there you go :)

We drove the 1250 km's as we are both terrified of flying (shame as we would both love to see New York at some point, but it's just not going to happen), stopping off in Basel for a stopover (apparently it's a lovely city, but we wouldn't know as we did not get further than 2km's from the motorway).

We stayed in a 4 star hotel, with a salt water pool, private beach and a few restaurants.  So much nicer than the hotels that we normally pick, we thought that we would treat ourselves for once.  Only problem is that we are really not 4 star people, and it felt so strange to have someone carry our bags to the room whilst we carried nothing.  And having someone park the car for us (though I’m not for handing my car keys to someone else…)

A week of relaxation (managed to finish 4 books by the pool / on the beach) and some sightseeing followed.  Lots of great Italian food (and some not so great) and lots of Italian coffee (all good) and a few cocktails whilst looking out over the sea…

Right, time for some home-made Italian espresso and to get the pets sorted :)