Another couple rounds the neighborhood and a few corrections, but still not enough. This thing must just sip gas at 2,000rpm. Took a few more digits off the offending VE cells and went for another drive; car seemed smoother with out the bogged down feeling of being pig rich.
Did another set of corrections, but don’t have time to drive again tonight.
By the time I adjust these cells low enough, it will be putting gas back in the tank- who needs a hybrid?
Proof that I made it out on the street!
