As intimated already, the two axles of your ball-bearing buggy had to be flat and not bowed. If they were bowed, the steering didn’t work properly. I remember a number like that, and the frantic and unsuccessful efforts of owners to plane the offending wood back to a level surface!
They had to be a little thicker than the bore of the inner steel band of the ball-bearing. Then the edge would be pared (remember, these were the days before
There had to be a few inches clearance at each side so that, when turning left or right, you didn’t rub your front ball-bearing against the edge of the riding board. Of course, some boards incorporated a rubber door-stopper at just such point of contact, to incorporate a back-up braking system.
The principal braking system was a shoe heel dug determinedly into the ground on either side; though as refinement followed refinement, the incorporation of an advanced braking system became essential. No longer would a swivelling stick at mid-board – that scraped the ground and left a screeching trail – suffice, for any self-respecting buggy manufacturer! More derisory cries of mockery from the onlookers!
There were even connoisseurs who insisted on incorporating a heating system, though I’ll leave it to Theo Patterson on Discussions to elaborate on that point!
The biggest technical problem by far was the insertion of a hole of appropriate bore through the centre of the front axle and the riding board directly above it. No one then owned hand-held drills, much less electrically driven ones. The experienced builder would find a way to gouge out a smaller hole first, that could later be burned and scorched – with the use of a red-hot poker – to the appropriate bore.
Only a novice would attempt to make the hole with a red-hot poker from the start.
So that’s what I did.
Now, in a house with a dozen kids milling around, the carrying of a red-hot poker from the fire in the living-room through the front hall, kitchen and back hall, out to the yard, was not the safest of things to do. Screaming to all and sundry for unhindered passage, I raced out only to find that the poker had cooled to a dull grey and made little or no impact on the board. The only thing burned was my fingers.
Many more such trips were required.
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