Wind generators are a tool of the antichrist.
I was lured into buying
one of these things when I became a live aboard.
The first problem was the inconsiderate neighbors who complained bitterly about the noise
keeping them awake so I was obliged to either tie it off or suffer a severely truncated social life; I opted for the social life and consequently was obliged to have the wind generator
sit lifeless and not provide me with any return on my investment.
Eventually I abandoned the marina lifestyle and took up cruising (the truth is winter came so I headed for warmer climes) and was able to unleash the wind generator
, AHA a ROI at last. The flaw in that theory is that I am an almost sane sort of soul I preferred to really only sail down wind and the generator
prefers sailing to windward; so still no ROI.
In addition to the down wind problem I developed a phobia about cold weather
and have spent my cruising life dodging about trying to stay in the 65 to 90 degree weather
zone where, outside the narrow trade
wind zone just south of the equator there are no strong reliable and consistent winds; still no ROI.
There have been occasions when the wind generator did provide a small ROI however the terror they induce is not worth the Wattage returned.
The first truly terrifying experience was being caught in a hail storm with strong wind gusts. I was trapped on the wheel
because the autopilot
could not handle the gusts and the noise
from the wind generator in same whilst it acted as a giant cocktail bar blender above my head
was bowel watering.
In my imagination I could see the thing shedding blades because of the ice crushing frenzy, flinging it's blades, which would then destroy all my solar panels
, and the broken blades become embedded in the back of my head
. It stayed tied off for about the next two years whilst I recovered my nerve.
After I had finally regained enough confidence to eventually untie it I anchored in a nice bay formed where two mountains saddled to escape adverse winds. They started blowing after dark and it was then I realized I was in a wind funnel. Consequently, in addition to having to worry all night that I might drag anchor
I was lumbered with the blade shedding terror again.
When I bought the wind generator the nice man at the 12 Volt shop advised me not to run it through my panel regulator
as it could burn it out. He said to just hook it straight up to the batteries and keep an eye on your battery voltage. What he did not advise me was to stick a dirty great double pole double throw switch and shunt in the circuit to tame the mongrel when it went crazy.
Anyway, the funneled tempest got the wind generator into a screaming frenzy and between worrying about dragging and switching electrical equipment
on and off all night to soak up it's madly fluctuating current
output so that it did not overcharge my batteries I was a nervous wreck by daylight. There was no way I was going anywhere near the banshee mongrel to attempt to tie it off in the dark.
The wind funnel incident convinced me that the thing was an outright extremest; either it sat about wearing itself out spinning away without ever getting up enough rotations to produce a voltage which would buck the battery voltage or it would go to the other extreme and put out so much that there was a danger
of it destroying them, the panels
It still lives on a pole on the back of the boat but mostly tied off. I leave it there to remind me of the folly of not properly researching things before I buy them.
My advice is to sell the damned wind generator to some unsuspecting poor adventurer with dreams of free power from the wind so that he or she can become learned in the follies of wind generators and spend the money
on more solar panels