TO PV OR NOT TO PV
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Day three was the climax. Hour upon hour was spent
connecting hundreds of different wires, while a container
to hold nine deep-cell batteries was placed in the garage.
After what seemed like a lifetime of repetitive testing on
gauges and other equipment the moment of truth arrived.
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All of the students, teachers, family members, and even a
few neighbors gathered at ground zero in the garage. Ed
gave a short but eloquent speech, outlining what had taken
place over the previous three days. One student held the
cork down on a bottle of champagne, waiting for the precise
moment, while the others giggled like schoolchildren
waiting for the bell to ring. My family and I stood
proudly, our hearts pumping with anticipation at the first
generxated watt.
Hoisting eight $2,500 panels 75 feet in the air on a windy
day was not a sight for the weak (or thrifty) to watch
Ed reached over and flipped the big switch labeled "A".
And nothing happened. No bells, no whistles, no alarms, no
power producing sounds whatsoever.
Ed's smile grew from ear to ear as the rest of the class
let go with a tremendous "Hip-hip, hooray!"
We just stood there dumbfounded. What was happening? Why
was everybody so damn happy? Had we just spent a great deal
of money for nothing?
"Perfect," Ed said, calmly. He began p ushing buttons on
the miniature screen that was part of our AC/DC inverter on
the garage wall.
"Perfect? Nothing's happening. How can you say it's
perfect?" I asked politely, but with an edge of uncertainty
that Ed had seen through from the beginning.
"That's exactly what it's supposed to do," he
replied. "No sounds, except maybe for the cooling fan
inside the inverter. Look here, see these numbers? Well,
this one tells you how many amps you're currently creating,
while this one..."
And he continued for the next few minutes. I stared in awe
but listened with great intent as he explained what was
silently taking place upon my roof. It was not only working
perfectly, but their experiment with an extra battery (nine
instead of the standard eight) was adding to our total
capabilities as they had hoped.