Burning Rubber
Sunday, 30 Jan 2005 Ghia
The air was filled with the whine of an electric motor and the acrid smoke of burning rubber. I’d tweaked my machine for maximum speed and it looked like I’d been successful. In a few more seconds I’d know for sure.
Yep, I had managed to drill out the rubber grommet for the brake line. Turning up the speed on the drill press had done the trick. The half-inch drill bit had basically melted its way through the grommet, leaving a hole large enough for the blue braided hoses from the brake reservoir to the master cylinder to pass through.
With the brake reservoir hoses all taken care of, I was able to finish installing the front battery shelf. Everything went together perfectly.
All that remains to be done on the battery shelves is to take them apart again and paint them for waterproofing. Next I can install the batteries and get them cabled together, and get the regulators and charger installed and see how they work.
And eventually I’ll be burning rubber on the street instead of my garage.
Yep, I had managed to drill out the rubber grommet for the brake line. Turning up the speed on the drill press had done the trick. The half-inch drill bit had basically melted its way through the grommet, leaving a hole large enough for the blue braided hoses from the brake reservoir to the master cylinder to pass through.
With the brake reservoir hoses all taken care of, I was able to finish installing the front battery shelf. Everything went together perfectly.
All that remains to be done on the battery shelves is to take them apart again and paint them for waterproofing. Next I can install the batteries and get them cabled together, and get the regulators and charger installed and see how they work.
And eventually I’ll be burning rubber on the street instead of my garage.
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