As I lay in bed last night trying to go to sleep, I listened to the wind brushing the crepe myrtles against the house. The wind did not cry "Mary" or "Mariah" or any other woman's name, but the wind did speak to me in an annoying Jewish mother voice. "Oy vey," said the wind, "my son the so-called 'mesquite hugger' - but he won't even get off his tukhus and build a little wind generator! What a schlub he is!"
And what she meant was that I have all the stuff - batteries, treadmill motor, bicycle wheels, inverter, and God knows we have the wind here, a charge controller, several defunct computer backup systems. Oy vey, I am a schmo! It's time to get to work!
For those of you who have heard similar groanings in the wind, here are some more Instructables for inspiration:
And, in the past week there have been four separate treadmills posted in the "free" section of the Lubbock Craigslist.
So, get out there and build your own, be a mensch among shmucks! Shalom!
(RIP Lou Reed - your music has been a blessing in my life.)