adrian
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Background:
My two nieces have taken some interest in my rockets, although they've never been to any flying events. Some time ago I built them each a model rocket using some scrap tubing. The older one got to design her fins, which ended up as slightly undersized delta shape; for the younger one, I drew out a clipped delta shape. The kids got to colour in six of each shape, which I then cut out and glued to the sides of similar shape balsa fins. That meant the kids decorations went onto the fins, and also that the fins, being laminated, were strong enough to survive being played with - a more hazardous mission than actually being launched! The nose-cones were rolled from paper and the kids got to decorate those as well, and more recently they did a lot of work with felt pens on the body tubes. And so finally on Sunday we got to launch them. I had a couple of my own smaller rockets along as well.
First: the larger, heavier of the two rockets, belonging to younger niece Sophie. Loaded with a B6-2 and a parachute borrowed from my SpaceShip One, this weathercocked a bit but drifted most of the way back to where it had started from.
My two nieces have taken some interest in my rockets, although they've never been to any flying events. Some time ago I built them each a model rocket using some scrap tubing. The older one got to design her fins, which ended up as slightly undersized delta shape; for the younger one, I drew out a clipped delta shape. The kids got to colour in six of each shape, which I then cut out and glued to the sides of similar shape balsa fins. That meant the kids decorations went onto the fins, and also that the fins, being laminated, were strong enough to survive being played with - a more hazardous mission than actually being launched! The nose-cones were rolled from paper and the kids got to decorate those as well, and more recently they did a lot of work with felt pens on the body tubes. And so finally on Sunday we got to launch them. I had a couple of my own smaller rockets along as well.
First: the larger, heavier of the two rockets, belonging to younger niece Sophie. Loaded with a B6-2 and a parachute borrowed from my SpaceShip One, this weathercocked a bit but drifted most of the way back to where it had started from.