Flyfalcons
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Those familiar with the film "Gone in 60 Seconds", whether the original or inexplicably popular remake, know that Eleanor is the name given to a Ford Mustang that had given the protagonist serious problems in the past. It was the car he couldn't tame; the one that got away, and one that puts fear and apprehension into him when he thinks about it.
Eleanors exist for many people in many disciplines. For me, Eleanor exists as a model rocket, in the form of the Estes Black Brant II, kit #1958.
When I was about 8 years old, my parents finally gave in to my constant staring at the rocket wall at the local hobby shop. They let me pick out a rocket, and I knew which one I wanted. The Black Brant stood out on the wall, beckoning my young eyes with its D engine power, high altitude claim, and its looks. Oh my, those looks. It wore its complicated, striking roll pattern scheme with pride, and its large fins, boat tail, scale antennae, and long, pointy nose stood as a middle finger to any other rocket who thought they were cool. One thing is for sure, this rocket defined cool.
With much help from my dad, we assembled the kit and I couldn't wait to fly it. So much so, that we decided to fly it before painting, the only concession being a single black decal stripe that my dad applied after much begging from myself. I wouldn't have to mask it off later for painting so what did I care, right? Anyway, my dad built a launch controller from Radio Shack parts, we took the rocket to the local school field, and loaded it onto the launch pad. After a countdown, we held the button down. And waited..........turns out a single 6V battery going through 50+ feet of wire doesn't deliver a whole lot of amperage to the igniter. But it delivers enough. A few seconds worth of holding the launch button down later, the Mighty D engine fired. It was the first rocket I had seen go. It was amazing. With a huge (to my ears) roar, the Black Brant shot up like a scalded cat, darn near out of sight. A few seconds later came a "Pop", and the rocket began its journey down. But the field we had flown from wasn't big enough, and even with very light wind, the rocket descended into the adjacent woods. I was crushed. I hadn't even considered the possibility of losing the rocket, and yet there I was, empty-handed, the coolest thing I had ever owned rotting away in the top of a tree.
Fast forward a few years, I had gotten over the Black Brant incident and was enjoying the hobby immensely. I was building my own kits and even doing a halfway-decent job of finishing them. I knew how to select motors based on the field and conditions, and was looking for a new kit to tackle. I saw another Black Brant at the store, and decided it was time to try it again. So I set to work on it, got some parts painted, and.....not sure what happened. It never got finished. Maybe I wasn't happy with the paint, or knew that another D shot would spell doom for it and didn't want to lose it, lost interest in rockets as I discovered RC airplanes.......not sure what happened. In any event, the rocket never got finished.
Having gotten back into the hobby last year, I decided to refurbish some of my old kits and relive some of the magic with my young daughter. This kit left such a vivid impression in my memory, that I knew I had to have one. Sadly, they have been discontinued for some time, but thanks to eBay, a kit found its way into my hands. The kit that got away from me twice before. Once in flight, and once on the build table. It's been hanging from my wall for a little while, and I've decided I have no more excuses left. It's time to tackle Eleanor.
So, here goes.
Eleanors exist for many people in many disciplines. For me, Eleanor exists as a model rocket, in the form of the Estes Black Brant II, kit #1958.
When I was about 8 years old, my parents finally gave in to my constant staring at the rocket wall at the local hobby shop. They let me pick out a rocket, and I knew which one I wanted. The Black Brant stood out on the wall, beckoning my young eyes with its D engine power, high altitude claim, and its looks. Oh my, those looks. It wore its complicated, striking roll pattern scheme with pride, and its large fins, boat tail, scale antennae, and long, pointy nose stood as a middle finger to any other rocket who thought they were cool. One thing is for sure, this rocket defined cool.
With much help from my dad, we assembled the kit and I couldn't wait to fly it. So much so, that we decided to fly it before painting, the only concession being a single black decal stripe that my dad applied after much begging from myself. I wouldn't have to mask it off later for painting so what did I care, right? Anyway, my dad built a launch controller from Radio Shack parts, we took the rocket to the local school field, and loaded it onto the launch pad. After a countdown, we held the button down. And waited..........turns out a single 6V battery going through 50+ feet of wire doesn't deliver a whole lot of amperage to the igniter. But it delivers enough. A few seconds worth of holding the launch button down later, the Mighty D engine fired. It was the first rocket I had seen go. It was amazing. With a huge (to my ears) roar, the Black Brant shot up like a scalded cat, darn near out of sight. A few seconds later came a "Pop", and the rocket began its journey down. But the field we had flown from wasn't big enough, and even with very light wind, the rocket descended into the adjacent woods. I was crushed. I hadn't even considered the possibility of losing the rocket, and yet there I was, empty-handed, the coolest thing I had ever owned rotting away in the top of a tree.
Fast forward a few years, I had gotten over the Black Brant incident and was enjoying the hobby immensely. I was building my own kits and even doing a halfway-decent job of finishing them. I knew how to select motors based on the field and conditions, and was looking for a new kit to tackle. I saw another Black Brant at the store, and decided it was time to try it again. So I set to work on it, got some parts painted, and.....not sure what happened. It never got finished. Maybe I wasn't happy with the paint, or knew that another D shot would spell doom for it and didn't want to lose it, lost interest in rockets as I discovered RC airplanes.......not sure what happened. In any event, the rocket never got finished.
Having gotten back into the hobby last year, I decided to refurbish some of my old kits and relive some of the magic with my young daughter. This kit left such a vivid impression in my memory, that I knew I had to have one. Sadly, they have been discontinued for some time, but thanks to eBay, a kit found its way into my hands. The kit that got away from me twice before. Once in flight, and once on the build table. It's been hanging from my wall for a little while, and I've decided I have no more excuses left. It's time to tackle Eleanor.
So, here goes.