I wonder if what's happening to me happens to other RV builders -- you start going too fast, the closer you get to finishing.
I noticed this for the first time this week when I caught myself yelling at washers, then the center cabin cover, and then bolts. There I was, alone on the field, cursing inanimate objects.
And making stupid mistakes, again. And not taking time.
Yesterday, I drilled the right wing to the rear spar. I just wanted to get it done. So I drilled it, starting with a 3/32" bit, then a #19, then a #10. I knew I should ream it (.311), which requires a 9/16" drill bit before using the reamer. But I didn't have a 9/16" drill bit, so I just went ahead and used a 5/16" drill bit and called it a day.
Of course the hole is bigger than it needs to be; you can't get a perfect hole with a drill bit, and I knew that. And I wasn't going to fly today, so it's not like I needed to hurry. But I did. This is the same wing I misdrilled a couple of years ago -- and repaired all but one hole -- so there was little liklihood of getting a tight fit anyway, but still... quality shouldn't suffer because of self-imposed pressure.
It didn't help, I suppose, that moments before I notice that the plexi lens on the right wing landing light I installed a couple of weeks ago had cracked and will need to be replaced.
The Vertical Power software upgrade attempt a week ago has resulted in a dead system. And the ICOM A210 comm radio fried a few months ago when I tried to install that.
Seriously? Am I cursed?
When you start kicking yourself with, "Can't I do anything right?", you usually can't while trying to prove you can. Better to close the hangar door and go for a bike ride.
And so I'm caught in a vortex of needing to push ahead and needing to slow down. This is one of those times, when having a partner on the project would have been a good thing.