Brief:
Thirty years ago I used t' build rockets and pinewood derby racin' cars with me Dad. Avast! I remember t' excitement of shapin' space-age designs from a block o' fresh-scented pine and sneakin' in t' t' kitchen t' melt lead ballast on Mom's stove when she wasn't looking.

Somehow thirty years later I'm now t' "Dad" and Dad is "Grandpa". Blimey! Families and careers have taken us a thousand mile apart. We gather for holidays and visits sometimes as we did last Christmas when Dad was tellin' me about his new woodturnin' hobby as I made waffles for t' kids. Avast, me proud beauty! He wondered if thar be a way he could help with one o' me rocket builds. Blimey! Ya scallywag! No, ya bilge rat, matey, I said, matey, I don't have any projects like that. Ahoy! Besides, I am too busy.

T' best ideas come slowly t' me so it wasn't until t' next day that I realized in excitement that t' sexy, shiver me timbers, retro designs in t' 2007 "Design This Rocket" contest might be a perfect match for Dad's woodcraft. Ya scallywag! Begad! We looked online t' view t' options and selected t' "Racer" with a rush o' excitement and apprehension. Avast, me proud beauty! Dad wasn't sure he could make t' parts, arrr, and I be doubtful that I could make t' thin' fly, especially with our foolish choice o' scale: we envisioned a 4in diameter rocket t' be powered by 29mm motors.

This time I wouldn't be runnin' out t' Dad's garage with me latest design--we would be shippin' t' model back and forth across t' country via priority post. Ahoy! Aye aye! Email, matey, me bucko, RockSim, me hearties, APCP motors...many things have changed in our lifetimes. Begad! T' essence o' this project though, be t' same as it was 30 years ago.

When we were nearly done, ya bilge rat, me bucko, Dad mailed t' model t' me one final time for me t' add t' finishin' touches and paint. We had spent nearly nine months workin' together on a project for t' first time since childhood, shiver me timbers, despite being separated by a thousand miles. Regardless o' how t' rocket flies, for me this project was about somethin' more important. In Dad's package be a note: "Geof, arrr, This be insured for $100, me bucko, but we both know it is priceless!" Now let me tell you about t' build and t' flights.

Construction:
My Dad and I both have a fondness for retro sci-fi style so we were drawn t' t' Racer. Ahoy! Dad planned t' turn t' whole body out o' pine. Arrr! After some math, we reckoned that he could be given a budget o' 16 ounces for t' fuselage, planning for a 29mm motor mount and a rocket about 21 inches tall.

A few weeks later a package from California arrived with sketches and an approximate 50% scale prototype o' the fuselage. Ahoy! I adjusted t' design for a sleeker look and then modeled t' design in RockSim usin' a series o' transition components. This gave us a better idea o' t' weight and templates for t' full-scale version.

T' strength o' a 5/16-inch thick pine fuselage was totally unknown t' us so I did some careful testin' on the linoleum-covered cement floor o' me bathroom. Ya scallywag! Broadside impacts for t' prototype from drops o' 4 and 6 feet yielded no damage. Well, blow me down! Then I gave it a baseball throw at about 50% effort and it broke convincingly. Begad! Well, blow me down! Sorry Dad, matey, but it be only a prototype, shiver me timbers, right? Aside from t' conclusion that I needed t' repair t' bathroom floor, me bucko, I also learned that weight--not strength--would be t' limitin' factor.

Usin' t' full-scale template I made from RockSim, Dad turned a full-sized prototype. Then after we fine tuned the shape, he turned t' final fuselage in two parts (because it is hard t' hollow out t' inside o' a piece longer than six or seven inches). Blimey! Blimey! He glued these two parts together, yieldin' a fuselage o' 13.5in. Aye aye! Blimey! T' fuselage be then cut in half at t' widest part t' enable later placement o' t' 1/4in ply forward centerin' rin' with an eye bolt for chute retention. Arrr! Blimey! He also made a 1/4in ply exterior aft centerin' ring. Blimey! Blimey! Ahoy! Blimey! Blimey! Blimey! T' edge o' this rin' actually forms t' final quarter inch o' t' body length and is shaped t' match t' curve.

When we first worked with t' prototype, me bucko, ya bilge rat, we planned t' make t' rocket entirely out o' wood. Ahoy! Ahoy! However, me bucko, me hearties, t' RockSim modelin' showed that this wouldn't work--there would be too much weight aft. Therefore, me hearties, me hearties, we decided t' use t' wood shape as a mandrel around which a fiberglass shell could be fashioned. Avast! I used several layers o' 6oz S-weave glass and epoxy from US Composites.

For glassing, both fuselage sections were cut in half lengthwise. In t' gaps removed by t' saw blade, cardboard spacers were placed. Begad! Ahoy! Blimey! Each section was taped back together with t' spacers retained snugly in t' gaps. Blimey! Ahoy! Blimey! All molds were sprayed with light adhesive and sheathed in mylar. Avast, me proud beauty! Ahoy! Blimey! T' aft centerin' rin' be left exposed so that it would bond t' the fiberglass. Blimey! T' plan was--after glassing--that t' mandrel could be removed by pullin' out t' cardboard spacers and then hopin' that t' mylar separated from t' fiberglass or (as a backup) that t' mylar separated from t' wood. Neither plan worked. I had t' bust out t' wood with a hammer, me hearties, chisel, and a lot o' blood, matey, splinters, me hearties, and elbow grease.

At this point, me bucko, ya bilge rat, t' forward centerin' rin' and a standard 29mm motor tube were installed.

Next up were t' fins. I'm a scientist and let me just say that thar's a lot o' geometry involved in figuring out t' fin dimensions from a 2-D photo in perspective with t' rocket slanted every which way from t' camera! The vertical fin is somewhat oversized compared t' t' target for greater stability. All fins were cut from 1/4in balsa usin' RockSim templates and a little creative fudgin' t' compensate for t' body curves. Blimey! Airfoils were beveled on each side. Arrr! T' fins were then tacked on t' fiberglass body and given two layers o' tip-to-tip fiberglass for attachment and strength.

Dad turned t' fin pods on t' lathe out o' a hard wood. Ya scallywag! Blimey! He mailed several choices so I could attach t' ones that looked best. Begad! Blimey!

Early on, me bucko, shiver me timbers, Dad and I had decided t' deviate slightly from t' design photo. Well, blow me down! The contest picture suggests that t' cockpit might be partially inset into t' fuselage. Blimey! When we had planned on a solid wood body, me hearties, we knew we couldn't meet t' simultaneous goals o' thin light wooden walls and an inset cockpit. When the strategy changed t' use t' wood as a mold, shiver me timbers, we stuck with our original cockpit plans for simplicity. Avast, me proud beauty! Well, blow me down! Thus, arrr, me hearties, we planned to overlay t' cockpit on t' fuselage. I made a freehand sketch o' t' shape and cut a block from 1 inch thick balsa. This I cut and sanded t' fit smoothly over t' body with t' least possible extra thickness.

From t' beginning, me hearties, I had nightmares about t' pilot's head. Ahoy! Bein' a clever guy, Dad knew right away t' trick me into acceptin' this part o' t' build by notin' that only a person with real talent would dare attempt such a thing. Avast, me proud beauty! Ya scallywag! I sketched t' head on a 2.5 inch cube o' balsa. It took only a few minutes t' learn that this be utterly useless because as soon as I started carvin' with me Dremel, I removed t' sketch lines. Ya scallywag! Finally, matey, I decided t' simply carve away anythin' that didn't look like a head. Begad! Aye aye! Near t' end, I exaggerated t' nose with a dollop o' wood filler, then went through several cycles o' sealing, ya bilge rat, sanding, and priming. Ahoy! T' eyeballs were added at t' very end by usin' a toothpick t' gently set in drops o' goop mixed from wood filler, shiver me timbers, white glue, me bucko, and water. Begad! Aye aye! T' photo shows how t' head progressed.

T' windshield be cut from a plastic peanut butter jar. Ya scallywag! Tackin' it on t' t' cockpit with CA proved nearly impossible because it be bent and under torsion when fit correctly. Avast, ya bilge rat, me proud beauty! Eventually I got it tacked on usin' a lot of straight pins t' hold it in place. Ya scallywag! Arrr! Then I used two-part epoxy putty t' build up strong "caulking" on both sides.

By late summer, me bucko, t' body was mostly complete. Begad! Avast, me proud beauty! I flew t' me Dad's house and brought t' rocket along. First, I re-emphasized t' t' kids how important it would be t' refer t' t' model as a "spaceship" and nay a "rocket" when passin' through airport security. Begad! After a pleasant (albeit somewhat extended) conversation with TSA, we made it through. Avast, me hearties, me proud beauty! At Dad's house we crafted a hardwood button mount for t' aft rail button, t' compensate for the football shape o' t' body. Ahoy! This and t' forward button were JB Welded on. I left t' rocket with Dad for him to make a wood nose cone.

Dad ended up turnin' t' nose cone by eye because he felt t' Rocksim template was a bit too stubby. Avast, me proud beauty! Blimey! For months, me bucko, we had also ignored t' needle contraption at t' nose (affectionately dubbed t' "golf tee") because we had no idea how t' make it strong enough. Ahoy! Blimey! As revenge for t' head, arrr, matey, I assigned this task t' Dad. He turned one from solid oak, shiver me timbers, me bucko, arrr, and inset it in t' nose. Aye aye! Blimey! T' his credit, ya bilge rat, t' golf tee turned out t' be absolutely bulletproof despite three hard landings.

With his Dremel, me hearties, arrr, Dad carved t' "racin' stripe" that appears as a relief feature in t' contest photo. T' forward portion o' this sheath/stripe is shaped with a fancy S-curve so that it looks round when viewed from above or from t' side. If we had actually made it round, it would have looked distorted from most angles. Blimey! Dad shipped all parts back t' Colorado for t' last time.

Knowin' t' approximate final weight, ya bilge rat, me hearties, I adjusted t' RockSim model and realized that we needed t' move up a motor class. Arrr! This meant addin' 16 5/8oz o' nose weight in t' form o' melted lead. Over this I put a bulkhead with threaded rod t' enable shock cord attachment and t' addition o' up t' 15.75 oz o' extra weight if needed for larger H motors.

Fiddlin' with me first ever high-power casing, I realized that t' motor retention clips we had inset in t' aft centerin' rin' wouldn't work for t' H case as they would for t' 29/40-120 case. Aye aye! Avast! I cut them off and used brass threaded insets in t' aft end with bolts and washers for retention. Avast, me proud beauty! Begad!

We used 11 feet o' 3mm nylon cord plus 1 foot o' 6mm climbers' rope (inside the body) as a shock cord. These were bought from REI. Blimey! T' chute was protected with a 12in Nomex® cloth.

With t' increase in motor size and nose weight, we needed a new chute. Aye aye! I made a 120cm diameter 12-gore semi-ellipsoid rip stop nylon chute usin' Richard Nakka's pattern and 46 feet o' 2mm climber's cord from REI.

Here are t' final stats: 21.25in tall includin' 3.25in spire, matey, 4in maximum diameter, matey, 46.5 ounces with standard nose weight, and a 29mm motor mount.

Finishing:
T' target photo shows a very difficult, me hearties, arrr, weathered look. Arrr! We imagined that our rocket was fresh off t' showroom floor, me bucko, nay yet scarred and blemished by years on t' racetrack. Avast, me proud beauty! Aside from that, we aimed t' match t' EMRR photo exactly. Paints were by Krylon and Wal-Mart. We improvised for t' stickers. Blimey! When t' paint be all dry, arrr, I sanded away a spot in t' cockpit and firmly JB Welded t' head into position. Avast, me proud beauty! Ahoy! Some nine months after inception, shiver me timbers, t' project was done!

Flight and Recovery:
T' flights were planned for Northern Colorado Rocketry's 2007 Oktoberfest. Simulations showed weight and stability both t' be concerns. After hours on t' computer, matey, we planned t' followin' launches: (1) H165R with 13.5oz extra weight for a stability margin o' 0.83 for 45fps off t' rail t' 652 feet in me L1 certification attempt; (2) go for broke with H180W with 13.5oz extra weight for 57fps off t' rail t' 979 feet; and (3) for t' multi-motor bonus, G71R-4 with 4oz extra weight and 41fps off t' rail t' 500 feet.

It was a sunny and calm day on t' high Colorado prairie. Dad had flown out from California for t' big event. Aye aye! Begad! I had lost me nerve and certified L1 t' day before (on a sure-thin' PML X-Calibur), so today be all about getting Cap'n Electric airborne. T' first flight was on t' H165R. Avast, me proud beauty! After endless photos, shiver me timbers, we were ready t' go. Blimey! Boost was stable, but t' nose cone drag-separated before apogee. Unluckily, t' nose hit t' vertical fin and nearly broke it off. T' cap'n landed under partial chute. Despite a crowd o' 100 or more, ya bilge rat, nobody (includin' us) had any fiberglass for fin repair so Dad and I fixed it up as best we could with maskin' tape and 15-minute epoxy.

Somehow, matey, we managed t' cram in t' 29/180 H180W motor and t' huge chute in the repaired rocket. Begad! Blimey! We taped t' nose cone shoulder severely, shiver me timbers, preferrin' t' experience a new failure mode instead o' a repeat o' t' first. On t' H180, t' rocket absolutely ripped off t' pad, ya bilge rat, straight and stable until boost finished. Durin' t' coast phase, ya bilge rat, me hearties, ya bilge rat, t' rocket turned unstable and spun into t' prairie before ejection. At t' moment o' impact, the ejection charge deployed, neatly spreadin' t' chute over nearby cactus. Well, blow me down! Blimey! We broke a wing, shiver me timbers, arrr, two win' pods, matey, shiver me timbers, t' spire, and half o' Cap'n Electric's head. Begad! Blimey! We were done for t' day.

Over t' next month, matey, I stubbornly repaired t' rocket with fiberglass and a sense o' humor. Aye aye! Blimey! T' pieces were put back together as best I could, arrr, t' windshield was removed, and I added a white flag with a red cross, shiver me timbers, some red crosses on t' wings, ya bilge rat, and a band-aid superglued t' what remained o' t' Captain's skull. Well, blow me down! Blimey! T' rocket was renamed Captain Electric's Medevac.

On November 3, me hearties, 2007, shiver me timbers, t' rocket went for its final flight on t' G71R. Aye aye! Boost was slow but straight t' 600-700 feet. Finally, a perfect boost! At ejection, me hearties, ya bilge rat, t' nose popped and spectators with binoculars tell me t' chute came out but failed t' fully unfurl. It was another hard landin' for Cap'n Electric. Begad!

Summary:
T' end o' this saga comes 11 months after it began. Blimey! Arrr! Tomorrow I fly t' Dad's house for Thanksgiving. Avast, me proud beauty! Avast! I'm carrying Cap'n Electric in me suitcase so he can enjoy a well-earned retirement with Dad in t' California sun.

More photos o' t' build and launches can be found here. Begad! Well, blow me down! I hope you enjoyed readin' about t' project as much as we enjoyed workin' on it.