Xoon,

I'm resisting the urge to tell my own war stories (building a .15 racer in the dorm, slicing up my roommate's bedspread cutting MonoKote, the precious old Andrews Trainermaster I kept hanging on the wall and took pains not to crash because when everything else went wrong I could sneak away on a Saturday afternoon and wring it out to restore my sanity and self-esteem ... OK, so there are a few) but with electric foamies you don't have to give up anything! I got through college and now have a job and a house with a basement and it's wonderful but at this MOMENT I have a foamy design on the board that would tuck in the corner behind the sink of any place I lived during my school years ... and that includes the drawing board and all the material, too!

I see we're neighbors. PM me if you like.

AlexF,

Based on your "totally uninformed opinion" about propellers over in Extreme Speed (which, by the way, was totally accurate and phrased with Einsteinian elegance), I never would've guessed you were so young. Stay with it. And don't let Dartmouth turn you into an "Animal House" type -- yes, that's where the writers of that ancient movie got their inspiration. Stop after the 37th beer, it's pointless after that.

Oh, and you can take art classes as an elective ... the painting studio is a big place ... it's possible to put silk and dope on a 58" Bucker Jungmann in there if you play your cards right.

Another Jealous Old Fart