today's work

[redboat219]

6-14v dual brushed motor esc for RC tanks

[redboat219]

not a lot of space in the stern for linkages.
thinking you're going with differential motor steering and operational front planes only

[He Who Shall Not Be Named]

Thinned the air dry putty to paint it on and then sand it down?
Grtz,
Bart

Yupe......

[bwi 971]

Thinned the air dry putty to paint it on and then sand it down?
Grtz,
Bart

[He Who Shall Not Be Named]

Waterproof motor box?

Nope. In the wet.

[redboat219]

Waterproof motor box?

[He Who Shall Not Be Named]

[He Who Shall Not Be Named]

Will you also be trying a single motor with gear splitter set-up?

Nope....................

[redboat219]

Will you also be trying a single motor with gear splitter set-up?

[He Who Shall Not Be Named]

[He Who Shall Not Be Named]

[He Who Shall Not Be Named]

David, Did you kick the shins of the surface boat owner that tagged your scope?

No. However, your comment reminds me of the time I was still dating Ellie and I took the mob -- Ellie, her Mom, and her two kids Chris and Elena -- to a doughnut place and stood in line with the others. Some jerk jumped the line, and before I could do anything, Ellie's nine-year old kid, Elena, promptly dropped my hand and raced over to that guy and planted the toe of her shoe deep into Mr. Ass-holes shin, all the time looking up at him with her patented, 'you want more of this??' look. I had to pull her out of there! Neat.

Ellie trained kids; tough little SOB's from the start and have stayed that way to this day:

Chris became a vice-President at Bank of America, and Elena is a retired electrical engineer-company representative in Silicon Valley.

That doughnut incident, about a half-century ago, was one of the cements that bonded Ellie and me together for life. Throughout my navy days, no matter what government housing we were billeted in, the word spread out among the neighbor kids, 'you don't want to mess with those new kids' -- if the kids could not handle someone, Ellie would: swinging her dreaded big-ass wooden spoon she kept at the ready by the door.

Before I hooked up with the family they lived in section-8 housing -- mostly Welfare 'mothers' with undisciplined little savages pretending to be kids. That environment taught Ellie's kids well: they were already battle-tested when I came into the picture.

David

[trout]

David, Did you kick the shins of the surface boat owner that tagged your scope?

[He Who Shall Not Be Named]

Good humor man sold out!

(smart-ass Canadian's!)

[He Who Shall Not Be Named]

No Seaview?

Just what you see on the tables.