This tool might be familiar to previous C4D users. It creates a copy of any selected edges and then slides those edges outward or inward to quickly create a face loop. I've often used this type of technique with faces selected and Blender's Outset option in the Inset tool (definitely confusing), but that only works with whole faces. You can also use the Rip Vertices and Fill tool (Alt+V) and edge slide, but the result is generally not straight. Being able to create these loops from just edges makes it incredibly flexible and much more useful when working around extrusions and corners. Just be aware that it can easily create n-gons that you'll manually have to clean up afterwards.
Creating ribs for a tapered wing can be challenging. A few methods are prevalent the first is cutting out a template for the root airfoil and the tip airfoil. These are then stacked at end of a pile of airfoil blanks and bolted together the whole stack is then sanded. This method is exceptionally good for creating straight wings. However the amount of taper that is achievable using this method is limited because of the angle that is created between the two templates grows with quickly with the difference between root and tip cord. This large angle will make it difficult to assemble the wing later on due to the large amount of excess wood and sharp angles on the edges of the ribs that will need to be removed. Therefore the only method that I had available to me was to make my own templates for each rib and then cut and sand each rib until it was the perfect fit. This is exceptionally challenging on this airplane since the root airfoil is not the same as the tip airfoil so all the airfoils in between those are a combination of those two. Additionally since the wing is fully sheeted the rib shape must be adjusted to compensate for the thickness of the sheeting. Below I present the method that I used to create my ribs templates, it is done using Autodesk Autocad 2012 Student Addition which is my preferred CAD software for designing RC airplane plans in, since I learned it in high school and have used it through out college. The pictures in this step are all labeled with the step that they go along with.
Now the that upper spar cap has been made it is possible to being attaching the wing ribs onto the spar to make the wing. To make this process a lot easier I drafted a simple wing plan using autocad to build on. The drawing includes the wing spar, drag spar, subleading edge, trailing edge, as well as the location of each rib. While this is not the only way to do this, it does beat drawing a plan by hand or measuring as you go. By printing out the wing plan full size I will have a blue print to build on, which makes building a straight wing much easier.
The landing gear on this model is concealed by two doors when the gear is retracted. The inner doors are articulated with a micro high torque servo to ensure under any condition that they will open. The outer gear doors are attached to the landing gear and move with them. In order for the landing gear to function properly a landing gear sequencer must be used otherwise the inner doors would close faster than the landing gear and only bad things come after that. The sequencer allows you to set up a time delay between each stage of extending and retracting, while also allowing for flexibly in the setup of the doors. Mine operate as follows starting from the landing gear up position.
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Ten feet above my last peice, I wedged my weary carcass in a left leaning airy chimney and looked for a place to die. It seemed as if any moment the bombay doors of the Enola Gay would open and drop my lifeless, tachycardic, oxygen deprived body back to dusty earth. I struggled to find purchase. I struggled to breath. I choked back the urge to vomit the 12 pack of High Life I'd consumed only hours prior the night before. A zen like state came over me......hypoxia perhaps? Maybe this is what it's like crossing over to the "other side". Just as the bright light beckoned me closer, the shouts and pity for my safety startled me from a dream like state. Surprisingly, my vitals signs appeared to be returning to a somewhat normal state. Fumbling akwardly, I realized it was time to get some gear in. After a clumsy game of charrades and a near dropped cam, I managed to place a less than optimal #2 Link cam above my head in a flaring shallow slot. With psychological pro in place, and a feeling of sinking despair, I set off into the wild blue yonder in search of gold. After an akward groveling mantle, the nausea returned stronger then ever, and the 8 inch ledge I was standing on seemed like the most appropriate place to unload last nights sinful spirits. With a solid left hand in a deep horizontal, I prepared for the enevitable. With fake tooth in right hand and properly balanced,the barbaric nature of my act became evident to anyone at the crag not already aware of my comical situation. I felt like a new man.....a worn out, exhausted, hung over man nontheless. The crux below me, and with hightened fervor, I set my eyes on the last 20ft. of southern sandstone between me and the top. The climbing was fun again. Positive holds and great exposure, I traversed up and right, placed a piece, then flopped my sick ass onto the tiny flat summit. Cheers and applause from below were dulled by the rythmic drumming of all my major organs. I was elated, the view amazing, and sense of accopmlishment fantastic. Little did I realize, the epic was not over just yet. I rigged for the rappel, tossed the rope, and looked forward to terra firma. About 15 ft. into the rappel, I felt the unmistakable sting and sudden hair raising pain that can only be produced by a stinger-equipped insect with a grudge. Soon his whole gang was joining in the fight like a well trained battalion of infantrymen. The pain and panic of the issue manifested itslef into violent outbursts of crude language and inaudible moans of agony. Swinging frantically and listing side to side trying to defend myself, I decided that a hasty descent was paramount. My belay device nearly melted my fingerprints, but i was back on Earth. Smiling wildly, and strangely enough, craving a beer, I sat down and tried to comprehend the events that had just transpired. A dream became reality. Reality,..a hazy dream.
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