There’s a whole area on this bird where somebody practiced drilling out rivets, but did a half-assed job. The inner stubs were still there — which is why I didn’t notice this before — and need to be completely drilled out. So that’s what the game plan was today. Every fifth rivet or so has a Clekos temporary rivet holding the metal in place
Here are some panorama stitches of the harbor at La Mariana Sailing Club. Click at least twice on the images to see detail. Look around, and you’ll see sunken boats, piers that have been ripped off and are drifting away (with boats attached), huge chunks of broken, floating walkways, and boat owners trying to lasso their runaway craft. Just behind me from these angles is the La Mariana restaurant, and I’m happy to report it seems unscathed.
Anybody else get any sleep? We dodged a really big bullet last night, one that you don’t know how big until it’s right in your face.
A couple of notes. It was a high-definition disaster in Japan, and the TV feeds — particularly the raw stuff in HD from NHK — were breathtaking, and awful to witness too.
And it’s clear that Civil Defense in Hawaii needs some beachside webcams on the neighbor islands.
Little video journals like this make me ponder about “new” media. It works quite well here.
I have to admit I’m a bit out of sorts and reflective today. Just in the last week, a couple of high-school friends have died, and this morning I woke up to find that my friend — and in many ways, a mentor — Herb Kane has also gone west.
Herb was an amazing guy, a superb artist and historical scholar who put his ideas into action, not the least of which was the creation of the Polynesian Voyaging Society. It’s a very good bet that our mental images of the ocean-spanning Pacific canoes of the ancient Polynesians come directly from Herb’s paintbrush. He liked to paint in acrylics, he told me, because life isn’t long enough to wait for oils to dry.
Not as well known perhaps, Herb was also an aviation buff, and had childhood memories of growing up as a neighbor to WWII ace Richard Bong.
He was also a tremendous historical resource who never failed with common-sense interpretations of things.
A great Hawaiian and a great American.
Miss him already.
Once things started rolling, they happened lickety-split. But it took myself, PJ, Mel, Sam and Toni to muscle the rear engine into place and crank down the mounting bolts. It took a little persuasion with a 3/8 punch and sledge, but once the bolts were in place, they settled down tightly. Then PJ and I were able to find and mount the rear propellor, air scoop and upper cowl. We need more screws, and it seems that 10-32 Fine threads aren’t easy to find. That’s my mission this week, to find a couple of hundred in that size. Anyway, for the first time in more than three decades, this Oscar Deuce is a twin-engine plane again.
I’m such an aviation nerd that I even wear shoes with airplane camouflage. This is a pattern known as “Five-Color Top Lozenge,” which was used on German aeroplanes in the Great War. It was printed directly on the fabric used to cover the airframe — and the underside camouflage leaned toward pink and orange!