I know what you're thinking. Finally, there is a God. But it's not over yet, it only tried. Seriously man, I wired the wretched bedeviled thing straight to the battery, single on/off switch isolated, done. What could possibly go wrong. I turn on the switch, fine. Batt voltages dial up, plugged in a fluorescent trouble light, bam. Perfect. But wait. I touch the top of the case on the heatsinks, basically just to feel if it even warmed up, (which it shouldn't in that short of time), and that bugger shocked me man. Get this, my left hand is on the kitchen sink, shoot it's dry, hell I'm wirin', not washin' dishes. But the sink is not even grounded. No how, no way. Possibly moisture in the wood, who cares. And don't get me wrong, it wasn't like grabbing a 110v circuit bare handed, but bud you could feel the tingle. So of course I did it twice. (Smiling right now ain't ya?). I did.
Now man, this is stupid. I don't think I need to get into how I obsessed over JUST the right marine wire, connections, etc, we're still having fun with it on another thread. And I didn't continue that other thread about wiring it into the panel somehow or whatever, that's a Mars shot right now next to a failed moon shot..
So why did it shock me? And how many people out there want me to go back and touch it a few more times just to see how really bad it is? Really, you can say it.
Evidently this is the work of the devil. Unsure of where to proceed, and not really at that minute ready to touch it one more time, I found some kind of nasty looking candle inna locker that I think the crack heads left on here before I got it, and fashioned a crude cross out of some old sail battens and duct tape and left it against the helm. Not knowing any prayers good enough that I thought wouldn't pi** somebody off, either one deity or the other, no matter, I'm in no position to bargain, so I just quietly left.
What's the next step here? I'm afraid to go back right this second, I doubt it'll heal itself, but maybe the mini exorcism will have some effect. Maybe I oughta just yank the distrustful deceitful abomination back out, holding it by the ends of it's brand new wires, and with grace and form, fling it to the middle of the river? I can't say I was ever really going to use it anyway. It is more like having your trusty old .45 in the bottom of the tool bag. May never use it. But it sure is a fuzzy feeling knowing it's there.
And to add insults to insanities, I think I'm irritated at myself that I had an invitation from a friend of mine on his 62 foot motor vessel this evening. Steaks, automatic weapons, the classics. Boat so outrageous every time I leave it I go back in mine and spit in the floor; and declined the offer and sit here and type all this. What a nut..
Now man, this is stupid. I don't think I need to get into how I obsessed over JUST the right marine wire, connections, etc, we're still having fun with it on another thread. And I didn't continue that other thread about wiring it into the panel somehow or whatever, that's a Mars shot right now next to a failed moon shot..
So why did it shock me? And how many people out there want me to go back and touch it a few more times just to see how really bad it is? Really, you can say it.
Evidently this is the work of the devil. Unsure of where to proceed, and not really at that minute ready to touch it one more time, I found some kind of nasty looking candle inna locker that I think the crack heads left on here before I got it, and fashioned a crude cross out of some old sail battens and duct tape and left it against the helm. Not knowing any prayers good enough that I thought wouldn't pi** somebody off, either one deity or the other, no matter, I'm in no position to bargain, so I just quietly left.
What's the next step here? I'm afraid to go back right this second, I doubt it'll heal itself, but maybe the mini exorcism will have some effect. Maybe I oughta just yank the distrustful deceitful abomination back out, holding it by the ends of it's brand new wires, and with grace and form, fling it to the middle of the river? I can't say I was ever really going to use it anyway. It is more like having your trusty old .45 in the bottom of the tool bag. May never use it. But it sure is a fuzzy feeling knowing it's there.
And to add insults to insanities, I think I'm irritated at myself that I had an invitation from a friend of mine on his 62 foot motor vessel this evening. Steaks, automatic weapons, the classics. Boat so outrageous every time I leave it I go back in mine and spit in the floor; and declined the offer and sit here and type all this. What a nut..
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