Tell me this isn’t beautiful.
Isn’t it pretty? It’s the first thing I’ve built that I’m actually proud of. Everything else has been kind of … Meh, I could do better. It’s not like me to settle for anything less than top notch craftswomanship, but I’m trying to force myself to be happy with imperfections. (It’s not really working.)
One imperfection that I just won’t be able to live with is that darn leaky combiner box. After discovering the leak(s), I quickly ordered another box. A used box seemed good enough since the description from Amazon Warehouse Deals noted only, “Damage to packaging.”
Yeah, they definitely downplayed the extent to which this product qualified as “used.” Pelican cases are often used for gun storage and transportation, and they come with perforated foam so that if one needs to carve out a hollow for an object such as a gun, it’s easy to do so. As a non-gun owner it was a little freaky to open the box and see the outline. I almost screamed—I thought I was holding a murder weapon or something.
So the new combiner box is here, but new connectors/glands/cord grips/liquid tight strain reliefs aren’t. In the meantime, there’s plenty to do. Armed with a colorful electrical diagram sketched out by yours truly, and a healthy amount of trepidation, Jef and I dove in to wiring up the electrical system.
The wires are “roughed in” for now, just to see if we’ll end up with another spaghetti monster. If after all of the cables are cut and terminated everything looks decent, I’ll heat shrink the cables, screw down the components, insert the fuses, and let it rip—as carefully as humanly possible, of course.