Well, that wasn’t too bad. It even came out kind of like I envisioned. I still hope to find a Bullwinkle figure to pilot my spacecraft, but I think I’ve found a suitable substitute just in case I can’t. Here are a few photos to document the building of the best Grand Prix car ever.
When you don’t have a band saw . . . .
Cutting out the finer details . . . .
Amputation of the pilot’s legs . . . .
Checking the height to make sure it’s within specs . . . .
Painting. How do you like the dainty hold on the wood combined with the death grip on the paintbrush? 
Halfway there . . . .
Wa La . . . .
Wheels and weight and it’s all done.
