Video: The ZERO Resurrection - Part 1

When we got home from that camping trip, the little Zero sat on my bench, just staring at me, longingly, hopefully, expectantly. If it had eyes, they would have been the puppy dog variety.

So, I took it upon myself to give this amalgam of mismatched plastic a second chance, a new beginning and release it from its out-of-box fate. I would embark on a crusade - of limited proportions - to rebuild the thing to a reasonable standard, so that it could proudly take its place at the side of its polystyrene brethren in the cardboard box in the attic that I keep them in.