Capebuild wrote:. Just... Your journal is like a well-written murder mystery. It leaves us on the edge.
Hey, great job on the windows. I'm impressed.
Tony
Thanks Tony! Building a teardrop is like a mystery to me
Every day something new and sometimes you don't quite know where it's going to lead you. "I think it was Professor Hex Bolt in the galley that caused that split.... hmmmm"..........But Thanks!!
OP827 wrote:Did you make all that holding hardware yourself or purchased it?
Thanks for your comments, OP827. The "window hardware" I made, molded the hinges in a hard (low durometer) urethane. The push posts I machined. If you are interested in the "molding process" I documented most of it in my build journal.... around page 14 it starts.
I don't usually tell stories on this site but I have one I'll share. I went to art school years ago and we had a painting teacher who taught this course "Oil Paints, Materials and Their Uses". The guy was about 100 years old, sort of bald with a long flowing white beard ... kind of looked like Mr. Natural....and dressed like a pile of undone laundry. He would tell us be careful when using the oil paint color Prussian Blue. It was such a potent and kind of acidic color. It gets everywhere. He went on to emphasize its transference possibilities like if you got a drop on your clothes and then get on the bus, before you know it everyone on the bus would have a touch of it on their clothes, face and hair.
WELL..... Proflex RV kind of reminds me of Prussian Blue. Whenever I'm working on the trailer, I'll be focussing on this small area for something..... and there it is, a schmere of Proflex!! How did it get there? There's no attached parts in the area, but there's that Proflex. It's everywhere.
I think I'll need to take a few days when the trailer reaches a certain point and just go around with a paint thinner soaked rag a do a bit of tidying up.
Anyway.... got one fender on today. I need to wait for more fender welting to show up. The stuff I ordered had enough to one fender but not two. My miscalculation.