I noticed the other day that I never posted any thing about our buggies. So I decided to write a bit of the story about them. As a kid me and my friends always found ourselves building stuff, treehouses, camps, the usual kid stuff. But we always had an absession about things that mooved, we were always messing arround with old bicycles, and putting wheels on things just to roll theme down the street. We had a dream that mabey someday we could make something that ran under its own power, but we didn’t have the resources to pull it off. My grandfather owned a garage accrost the street so we often went there to hang out, or plan our next creations. One day while looking at some old junk me and my friend spotted a old engine mounted on a frame with a 120 volt altinator. We asked our grandfather if we could have it, He said that he wanted the altinator but the engine was ours. We hauled the 8hp Briggs & Stratton back to our house where we taught ourselves how to change the oil. We gased it up, started it, and smoked up the whole yard, the thing was loud too. This is what sparked the idea of using it to power a buggy. We started building a frame with scrap metal, but with our engeneering skills we got stuck. Then a few weeks later we were all gathered in the living room of my grand parents house for some reason when my grandfather told me that he might have found a buggy that he build for my uncles 30 years ago. I told my friends, and a few days later, wheni came home from school, there was my grandfathers tow truck in the driveway, carrying a big old rusty heap of metal. After gutting all the broken and useless off the rig, we put the chain back on. I took us almost a year of work but then we finaly got it to run. we drove it for a few kilometers through the woods. We made it half way back untill the chain broke, and went through helll towing it back. That was the last ime we really drove it that much because every time we fixed one problem two more things broke. That was when my grandfather informed us that we didn’t really have the buggy that he built all those years ago. The real one was still somewheres in the feilds and woods of Pubnico. Almost no time after withought telling us my grand father appeared at the garage with the real buggy. It was equaly as rusty, but a bit smaller. We towed it home but continiued to work on the other one untill we abandonned it. We commenced working on the new one, and within a month or two we had it up and running. This was probably due to experience from the last one, and better connnnstruction of the machine itself. We drove it everywheres, and solved many problems like the engine blowing, and the buggy literaly breaking in half. Untill now that the rear axel broke in half right off from the transmission. Thats the story of my childhood but I guess it isin’t over yet. I would like to thank my grandfather for all the help he gave us. If any of you want to see the buggy in action just check out my videos section of this blog, or search for zazza on youtube. Have a nice day 
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July 21, 2008 at 11:09 pm
This proves the saying, “If it ain’t broke and you mess with it long enough….. it will be”
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