Cheers,
I come to you again with another desparate moan. You
mustn't think my build is all frantic patching and hole-filling, but
occasionally a 'blip' occurs and in these moments of abject blackness I turn
to you, fellow buiilders - of the Classic persuasion.
Cast your mind back to the fabrication of the flap actuating
pushrod. Recall if you will the front end comprises a clevis fork which
connects with a pair of odd-shaped plates atop the starboard retracting arm.
It s does this with a cleis pin up in the musty recesses of the forward
tunnel area. The clevis pin is held in by a cotter pin. So is mine.
I inserted it, gave the cotter pin tails a perfunctory bend each
and marked the page with a red dot - to confirm that there was more to be
done before one could move on forever. This has been my practice from the
first in order to prove to my giggling inspector what a serious and
introspective little botherer I am.
Yes, you guessed it - the whole thing went together deliciously
months ago to my great personal pleasure. Ah, but lurking inside was the
missed red dot - the half assembled @#$%?& cotter pin. As you may imagine,
it now sits about 8 inches into the tunnel mouth, in the upper starboard
corner, with about one inch of free space around it.
We all know my inspector is going to discover this anomaly
within the first few moments of his scrutiny. Uncorrected, this travesty
will set a precedent for the remaining Search for Error routine and all my
mistakes will come tumbling into the sunshine. I am undone............
UNLESS of course I can bend the ends of this little @#$%?& into
the benign smile all cotter pins should display. Here's where you come in!
Out there in aeroplane-land lives a quiet contemplative genius with the
answer to my quandary. You have only to release his name - and my day is
made ( tel. number a bonus). OR if you are that person, I beg you to reveal
the secret that will free my ravaged soul.
I won't tell Inspector Grinch I cheated either.
Really,
Ferg
engine hanging nearby
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