I dare not to drill
When I was much younger, I learned the basics of construction using a wonderful material. No, not wood. Or stones. Rather, I was there when Lego made its appearance. And from my efforts, I missed one fundamental of construction: permanence. We built in the belief that you could take everything apart, put the bricks back into a box and start all over again. Not once did I ever build and glue.
So, when I watch some of the better “how to adapt my trailer” videos, I stand in awe of people that cut holes in walls (or roofs, or floors). All I can think is about how one would patch what appears to be permanent destruction. Today, the narrator cut massive holes in the roof of his very expensive van, and then drilled dozens; nay, hundreds of hole to allow placing his new solar panels so that they wouldn’t come loose while barreling down the highway.
How did he acquire the confidence to say “This is how I will place things”? Did things ever fail, leaving him with the obligation to purchase a second vehicle? I’ve gone through this imagined trauma at other times. Remember, antennas? I’ve dreamed but never drilled. Right now, my plan for panels will be a ground-based model, with the ability to pick everything up and go back inside. If ever we opt for solar at home, I’ll leave the construction to trained professionals, cost be damned.
No wonder that my first panel purchase, last year, was for a product that folded away in a very stylish carrying bag.
