Well, TPCE got its first big jolt of a kinetic energy last night. Call it a shock load test. Unintentional with a big scab of foam and wood “bark” scrapped off of the curb side thrown in for good measure.
As I was preparing to continue sanding the roof panels fair to the spars, Karl said to me as he was retiring to the house for the evening, “Let me know if you need a hand tipping it up and I’ll come back out to help you.” Me, “It’s not that big of a deal, I’ll just carry the floor jack up the stairs and use that.” Karl made a skeptical like gesture

, “Really, it’s no trouble. I’ll come back out.” Me, “I’ll be fine” (that was my "here, hold my beer" moment).
So after working the curb side down and doing a little touch up here and there I get the jack; put a waster scrap of vinyl plank on the jack pad so it doesn’t dig into the underside of the floor; position the jack under the curb side approximately adjacent to the CG and at a marked cross member location for the floor frame; get some blocking ready; and start jacking. I’m watching the cradle to make sure that it doesn’t slip off the 2x blocks on the other side; totally forgot to empty the stored stuff out of the cabin, but that didn’t seem to be bothered anyway; keeping an eye out to make sure nothing tips wonky; and totally forgot to make sure that the jack was rolling on the wooden floor.
The jack has to roll as it rises to keep the pad from slipping out of position, but with the plank floor and slippery vinyl pad, the wheels stayed put and the pad pulled out from under the floor as the jack arm swung thru its arc. The cabin side, which had been at least 12 inches up in the air, came crashing back down in a blink; and as it did it swung back into the edge of the jack pad, which dug into the foam on the side wall, caught the underside lip of the fender blocking and tore a big sliver out of that edge.

Just one more “little” flaw that will need attention during the body working phase.
The cabin seemed to otherwise be unscathed from being dropped with a raucous thump. No surprise, really, the thing is rigid as hell and is built to go bouncing down the road at pace, so will probably see much bigger “hits” than that on a regular basis (“hits” referring to the energy impact of a pothole or bump in the road… hopefully we won’t revisit the side gouge in normal usage).
Hmm, okay. I can still do this. Take two. This time I sat with my back up against the window knee wall with my feet on the back of the jack and as I lifted I made sure that the jack pushed in under as it lifted. Once up to the desired level I used those 4x4 chunks of Ipe as jack stands under the raised edge of the cradle. I wasn’t too happy with the stability of that due to the shipping hatch planks having a little spring to them and being on a seam. At this point the curb side was high enough up and the balance point had shifted enough to the street side (…rocking about the street side cradle edge that is set in under the side of the floor…) that I could get down on all fours and use my shoulder to nudge it up enough to get a milk crate under the center. From there I shimmed the Ipe blocks up a little more and was happy with the stability. A little sketchy, and I for sure would not leave it this way unattended for any length of time (for fear that heat from the sun might soften the milk crate or some other equally dope issue), but it was enough for me to get the rough fairing done in the middle of the roof. Maybe next time I will use jack stands.
Then I reversed the process to lay it back down. Before tipping the cabin I shot some video of me sanding the roof panels and that used up the camera batteries, so I didn’t get any pictures of the process, but will take some of the carnage tonight and will have an opportunity again when I move to the next grit. I would have knocked it out all in one go, but when I peeled the coarse paper off of the long board it took a chunk of the plywood fibers with it and I had to fill that back in before I could tack the next grit to the board.
I wonder what Karl will say when he sees the gouge.
