A Mulligan.

The lessons from yesterday were learned well; my wounded pride at switching polarity notwithstanding.

I beefed up the motormount bar so that it wouldn't buckle if things bounced around some.  That motor is dense!, and it's positioned in the middle of a 3-foot length of angle iron.  Leverage is powerful stuff.

I installed a battery isolator that I can access from the front seat, so I don't have to depend entirely on the 12V contactor if things go wrong at the high end.

Nice to have a kill-switch handy!

I put in a set of airhorns and mounted the chargers under the front bonnet.  Lots of cargo space up there for groceries and misbehaving children.

Plugs into house current.

I cleaned up the mess from the fire extinguisher and made sure things were in their proper polarities, and admired my nearly-empty engine compartment!


LOOK MA!  NO ENGINE!



When the replacement 400 amp fuse gets here, this buggy will be road-worthy.  It's there.  It's ready.  I've heard often, and I tend to believe it so, that "everything happens for a reason".  Perhaps yesterday's mishap was an important event, and prevented something worse later on.  Yeah...I'll look at it like that.