I knew this was going to sprout legs, we like a bit of contention on here we do!
One of the sayings I like: "It doesn't matter how broken it is, give me enough money and I can fix anything!"
This saying holds a good deal of truth, I merely point at the new World Trade Centre as an example.
However, that particular example would never have happened if there was no determination. I have a friend who had a shop that used to sell the Stuart Models range of castings. He tells the story of a customer who bought two models from him in the years he sold them. When the chap came in for his second kit they got talking and the chap explained that two or three years prior he had bought a model and now it was finished he wanted to buy another. My friend asked what machinery he had, as to suitable suggestions and it turned out the chap had an electric drill. My friend saw the original model and he remarked just how well it turned out with only the use of hand tools.
I have been to the same shop, bought a model aero engine, fitted it to a plane I built and flew it.
Because I didn't build the engine does that mean I am not a model engineer?
I think, because of the speed of growth of technology and especially communications we all have a bit of a distorted view of things. I for one am appalled at the total lack of skills taught in schools, I am not alone and the majority on here share my view. BUT, does that mean that somebody coming into the hobby, with absolutely no practical experience, who buys a pre-finished kit, is an outcast? A leper as far as the real engineers are concerned? ("real" being a relative term) I look upon that person as an opportunity, we can teach him something here.
Certainly, some people buy their way into things, I have done it myself, but is that wrong? As Jason so rightly points out, people have family commitments, work commitments, bills to pay. As many people on here know, I have been self employed for more years than I care to remember and without a very strict set of rules I can quite easily spend all day on one of my own projects and at the end of the week find myself with unhappy customers who haven't got their jobs back and one very ticked off household manageress who can't go to Tesco! So sometimes I buy stuff in rather than spend my time making it. That doesn't mean I cannot, I just choose not to.
But I am not typical of the demographic we are discussing here, what Cyril is bemoaning (I think, the post is a bit disjointed if you don't mind me saying so), what Cyril is saying is that people who have bought, for example, a pre-finished kit, put it together and then claim to have built it themselves, haven't. Well actually they did, to the best of their ability. It is up to you Cyril and you and you and you, to take these people and help and guide them on to greater things. Not better, because they did their very best with the first attempt.
One glaring spinoff to this whole lack of knowledge phenomenon has not yet been mentioned. And that is the ignorant consumer or end user. I use specifically the word ignorant in it's derogatory sense. Last Sunday morning I received a telephone call at nine am. I am always up but Sundays are my day, for me. I would not expect anyone but family and friends to call on a Sunday. This To**er called me at nine in the morning and the conversation started off badly: "I am not happy" – Oh, why? "Well, you have put oil on all the screwheads (He meant bolts) and you are clearly hiding something, did you scratch them or something?" Now, I am not really the fastest with any sort of retort but this had me totally flabbergasted – I told him exactly what to do, finished up with that Russian word ending with OFF! Why wouldn't you put oil on mechanical fixings before you shipped a new job out?
I don't mind anyone calling me up for advice or a reason or explanation as to what I have done and why, but to draw a conclusion like that, the man is ignorant, with a bad attitude. It is the ignorance of things I like to change. The attitude I can do noting about.
graham.
(being philosophical on a Sunday