Flight Registration Form
by Adrian Hurt

Background
Near t' end o' this year's International Rocket Week, various odd, ya bilge rat, nay t' say silly, rockets were built. After ponderin' for a while on how t' contribute t' t' silliness, me bucko, matey, I decided t' act on somethin' I'd overheard earlier in t' week. Begad! I'd make a rocket out o' a flight registration form. Blimey! Aye aye!

Construction
Each rocket flight at t' event had t' be accompanied by a form which was filled in and handed t' t' range safety officer (RSO) prior t' launch. There were plenty o' spare forms, me hearties, so I took one and filled it in. Arrr!

A large area at t' bottom o' t' form is intentionally left blank, as the sayin' goes. Avast, me proud beauty! This was cut off. Blimey! A half circle cut and rolled from this piece became t' nose-cone; another piece, formed into a cylinder, became t' cone's shoulder.

T' rest o' t' form became t' body tube. Well, blow me down! T' left side o' t' form was the tail end. Begad! Avast! Three equidistant lines were marked, then cut out as fin location slots. Avast, me proud beauty! Aye aye! T' top margin, shiver me timbers, bein' blank, became an overlap for glue. Well, blow me down!

Three fins were cut from a piece o' suitable size balsa that happened t' be available. A motor mount be made from a spare piece o' BT-20, shiver me timbers, with a thrust rin' made from about 1/2" cut from a spent 18mm motor casing. Ahoy! Blimey! Centering rings were cut from cardboard, shiver me timbers, arrr, but these were only for centerin' and sealing; the fins had tabs extendin' t' whole way t' t' motor mount tube. T' fins, rings and tube therefore became a complete fin can which be glued into the rear o' t' body tube.

A fabric elastic shock cord was attached t' t' body and nose-cone usin' two Estes-style folded paper mounts. Begad! A launch lug made from a piece o' drinking straw was glued t' t' body, me hearties, aligned along and attached t' t' seam where the form had been glued t' make t' tube. A good dollop (real precision measurement here - not!) o' plasticene in t' nose-cone put t' CG safely forward, matey, and with a C class motor installed, t' rocket passed a swin' test. Well, shiver me timbers, blow me down! (Bear in mind that this was at a rocketry event, me hearties, so I did nay have access t' me computer. In the absence o' VCP, I had t' resort t' t' old way o' checkin' stability!)

Flight

Before puttin' t' rocket on t' pad, I had t' show it t' t' RSO, ya bilge rat, matey, of course. This was part o' t' fun; when he asked for t' rocket's flight registration form, matey, I pointed out that it was t' flight registration form! (Of course, for formality and for t' records, I also had a duplicate, more conventional form!)

It be after t' rocket be on t' pad that I finally decided that t' balsa used for t' fins was too thin and flexible. Arrr! Blimey! Aye aye! Blimey! So t' prevent t' fins from flexin' or shreddin' in flight, me hearties, I cut broad reinforcement strips from t' same balsa and glued them t' t' port, or anticlockwise, side o' each fin. Ahoy! Blimey! This final construction detail be actually carried out on t' launch field! Blimey! The reinforcement strips were aligned so that their grain ran across that o' the main fins, thus creatin' a cheap'n'dirty plywood. Blimey! Blimey!

T' rocket carried an Estes C6-3 t' send it up, shiver me timbers, and a big mylar streamer to brin' it down. It flew well enough and landed safely back in t' launch field. Unfortunately, I had filled in t' form usin' a ball-point pen, me bucko, so I can't change t' details for t' next flight. Avast, me proud beauty! Aye aye! (Unless I use Tipp-Ex...)