Pining for the Fjords

OK, so I am forced to admit we "may" not make it in time for the race this year. And by "may" I mean no way in guacamole's green earth are we gonna make it.

We are not stopping however; currently we have sandwiches of cardboard to make the gear prototypes out of (decided not to try it on our limited supply of plywood first... is it possible Dad is learning from past mistakes??!?!?!). The legs are concurrently ample and supple... an beautiful thing. The only remaining ingredient is TIME... a magazine made entirely irrelevant by the intertubenodes. So, we need some of that, "and eBay ain't selling it".

That, and we need a name for the punter... The Walking Machine just ain't doing it anymore.

The new deadline: finish the Walking Machine in time to crash Chris & Mariekes wedding. And I do mean crash.