Long ago, in a galaxy far far away I built a hover craft for the son of a neighbour as a project linked to the Neighbourhood Engineers initiative of what was then the IEE.
To be strictly accurate I built the transmission, my neighbour's son and his sixth form buddies built the hull and the rudder mechanism.
It was the type of hovercraft which uses a single engine for lift and propulsion, about the size and looks of a rubber dinghy with a tail fluke. It had a Suzuki 250 cc bike engine coupled to a big Breezamax fan, with about a quarter of the resulting draft directed down into the skirt. The mountings for the fan and engine with a chunky toothed belt drive was the bit I contributed.
My principle recollection of it was that I took the responsibility of the initial trial, so I revved up the motor and it lifted off the ground and set off. Letting off the throttle caused it to sink immediately to the ground, whereupon it threw me out of the front as it came to a direct and very abrupt stop.
But the main difficulty I had with it was I never got the hang of the steering – or rather the lack of steering. We had the use of the local school's football field to play with it – imagine a completely flat grass field of about 4 acres, with rugby posts at each end. Try as I might I could not escape the magnetic and overpowering attraction those goal posts had for the front of the hovercraft. I think I collided with one or other of the goal posts three times.
There are clubs who race these things over land and water – and my neighbour's son had his heart set on joining in. I left him to it!
Ho Hum
Simon