Gravity sucks. Yes, it is the weakest of the four fundamental forces, but it still manages to wreak havoc on a macro scale. While preparing to spray the epoxy primer on the right elevator I somehow caused it to fall off of the hook and slam on to the concrete floor. Can we say with the telephoto lens of hindsight that its position on the hook was precarious and replete with gravitational potential? Yes, if we must. And since I was holding the other end of the elevator at the time, a far too honest assessment might conclude that I had something to do with the accident. However, we should not fail to toss a wary eye at gravity itself, lest it escape blame entirely.
Did that just happen? I just stood there in stunned disbelief while my brain worked feverishly to assemble the appropriate profane response. Fortunately, I had the forethought to stockpile a great reserve of emergency profanity for just such an occasion. Logistically though, it's not such an easy thing to do. That is, to launch in an instant, the mother of all swear storms that common sense demands. In a second or two my paralysis fades and I spring into verbal action. At least that is what I thought would happen. But I find that I am unable to form intelligible words as I attempt to unload my entire arsenal at the same time. That ever so small portion of the profane artistry which finally makes it past my vocal cords intact is just one tiny, weeny, almost imperceptible, "shit." All the while, in in my mind, I keep seeing the Hindenburg going up. Over and over. Oh, the humanity!
Now the moment has past and I move on to survey the damage. It seems that the aluminum carnage stops at the first rib tip and there is no sign of bending anywhere except at the inside corner as shown. My first thought is that I will have to build a new elevator or at least re-skin it. I really did not like the thought of re-skinning because removing rivets often causes as much damage as the original problem. Since the elevator is small, it might be better to just make a new one.
Then I think, not yet accepting the stark reality of the situation, that perhaps I could just unbend the corner using a screw driver and some pliers. Well, I had nothing to lose so I gave it a go:
As expected it cracked in several places as the folded metal was pulled out. It was pretty clear that this was not going to work, so I moved on to plan C.
My next idea was to cut off the corner and replace it with fiberglass. The photo above shows the cutting process already begun.
Here is the elevator with the corner cut off and the edges smoothed.
The next step is to build a foam core for the corner and epoxy it in place.
And sand it down smoothly feathered into the aluminum.
So I end up with a fiber glass tip and a few hours wasted, but the fix is very strong and virtually invisible. At least from the top or bottom. From the end the plug is visible, but I don't think it's obvious what kind of horrors went on there. It's kind of like some scar you carry from childhood that you laugh about now, but was just short of amusing at the time.
So next time I'll continue with more painting and, hopefully, fewer mishaps.
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