Battery capacity is being increased 30%.
Ability to climb even steeper grades increased 20% by improved gearring. Repairs from two rear end collisions these last three months being completed, including replacing the damaged signage, $200.
Winter weather gear purchased including a pair of extremely expensive thinsulate cycling boots. Lights for safe night time driving in anticipation of heading west to the Coast and into the prevailing Westerly winds that can be terrifying but often calm during the night.
It may even be that now or soon the two primary Motors will be purchased to replace the current ones, more than twice as powerful. As it stands, in mountains where he often places himself, James has to put out ALL OF an ungodly amount of energy to get the 1000LB payload moving on steep grades before the motors can help. He can't count on being able to do this much longer.
All this is taking a considerable multiple of the unsolicited donations that people occasionally hand James and Sol as they travel the country practicing and sharing the good news, Jesus Joyful religion of family family To all souls, serving from the soul in solidarity, not the materialistic religion of John and the Christians, peace be upon them. As it stands he's headed in two months worth of credit card debt.
Because of Khan's Brilliance and generosity James has realized that this is his tiny home until his final days. It can be. It is. He wants nothing else. But as his body gets older and a bit weaker and more frail these upgrades, and the winter gear to survive cold weather, are a necessity.
I pity their joyless lives, the 99.9999 percent of us, that seek personal happiness in the agony that is this world. This can only be done by dead Souls. As the soul prefers the joy of trying to serve those that are suffering, in solidarity.
The thought of even a moment of socializing is torture for me. My world is filled with unbearable suffering, Palestine, the hell world of your children and grandchildren, millions in prison, billions in poverty.... being separated by idle socializing for even a moment from fighting for those suffering is unbearable Agony to me. Always has been. I think it was the same for Jesus.