Saturday 3 March 2012

A Heat Sink

Reason for time between blogs- I am struggling to write anything more of worth on RelentlessSanding which occupies most of my time. This entry is about WheelArches which are much more fruitful.

What is a fad?

Recently, my time for the SuperCamp has been stretched. Work has that rather selfish habit of inflicting itself on me, to the detriment of things that I would much rather be doing. But like a human relationship, the bond between a man and his campervan must be nurtured, cultivated and given constant attention to stop it withering, dying or at best becoming bitter obligation. I don't want to be one of those couples sitting in silence in a restaurant. My hair receding, her headlamps dull and both of us dreaming of what could of been if eBay had not been invented.

But whether it be with people, activities or career I struggle to balance thirst for new experience, with staying power. And,

w  i  d  t  h    is of course no substitute for depth

I am capricious by nature. I become obsessed, plunge in with wallet in hand and then abruptly grow tired and discard them for the next thing whether it be Skydiving, LearningToBackflip or CollectingFightingFantasy books (all of which remain uncompleted). It is like my own endless stream of wedding dresses.

But what if the SuperCamp goes the same way!? What if I peter out and lose interest? Well unlike Rollerblading, ReadingSheetMusic or BecomingAnAccomplishedPhotgrapher (all of which remain uncompleted) the SuperCamp cannot just be thrown away or forgotten about. I am constantly reminded in the most vibrant of colours of my obligation towards her. If I don't finish her she will remain where she is, as a

Testament to Failure. 

A Monument to Flippancy. 

The Mother of all Wedding Dresses.

I put this flightiness down to the Sine wave of my internal movements, where the highs are high, the lows are low, and changes frequent. The SuperCamp though - despite my relentless personification - has none of this. It is, as far as I can tell, completely inanimate. In this sense it is like a huge HeatSink on my consciousness. I can arrive elated and excited to work on it but am soon leveled by it's blank indifference. Or I can arrive despondent and pessimistic about the whole project, but am again leveled by it's unsympathetic presence. It is still there, as sturdy as when I left it and completely unchanged by my mood. If I am a PetulantChild, she is my ApatheticParent.

Yes, I am stuck with the big yellow brute.

So, helpless as I am and carried forward on the tide of the project, along the MentalTimeline, I have set upon the WheelArches; the last frontier of the big welding jobs; the six-planed behemoths.




I have finally done it...a SuperCAD drawing...oh god...




















Before - the WheelArch hole is averagely 7" wide. On one side of the width it is a right angle, on the other side it is a smooth curve. The length of the hole also covers a step like course.


The top edge of the gap is rippled and needed a bit of bashing and a bit of inventive clamping, to make a straight enough edge in order to get good welding contact.



Two make the curve across the width, I cut and overlapped across the 90˚ bend.


To straight-bend the patch in-situ, I scored it with an angle grinder, put on some mole grips...and folded.

I then kept adding planes down the staircase, welding as I go.

Welded
Painted




















Next on the MentalTimeline is patching in the driver side WheelArch, followed closely by attaching the RearDoor, punctuated with relentless sanding of the bodywork.

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