Parts Is Parts

Last year for Dylan's welding shop project he decided to modify a dirt buggy frame that he aquired so that it would fit the engine from a three wheeler that he and Collin had scrounged up from the Wiggins family.

He worked on it during shop class all last year...whenever they had gas for the welders anyhow.

It didn't quite get finished so it was added to the collection of motorized vehicles that inhabit our garage much to his father's dismay.

Since Collin was home for a month Dylan enlisted his advice to get the thing running.

Ummm yes I do believe that's the seat belt there in the far right corner.

Looking lost and abandoned.



They exercised some rather ingenious and scary creativity in their effort to assemble and operate it using only what could be found in and around our garage.

They had better things to save thier money for.

Like snowboarding lift tickets.



Things like engineering and safety are overrated.

Just ask these guys.

And so a foot peg and a spring from our old trampoline become the gas pedal....ingenious.

And a piece of bent and welded rebar becomes a steering....ummmmm mechanism....scary.

I just can't bring myself to call it a steering wheel....cause it's not.

It's actually a vast improvement over their first idea....vise grips.

That one just didn't fly with me.

I can be such a stick in the mud.




In a puff of blue smoke it moved forward!

As Collin and Ben stood on the driveway laughing,  

Amazed that it made at least one loop down the driveway and back.

 Hopefully they'll be able to dig up a real steering wheel of some sort.

I'd sleep much better at night.

Cath