If you ever want to get the buggy finished, lose the girlfriend (read fun-loving companion), hey it's a tough decision, but she thinks it's just a toy, and we know better. And don't ever make the fatal decision I did. I upgraded my fun loving companion to wife status (read supreme ruler) and now I'm lucky to run my RC's once a week. But, man is it great when the supreme ruler grants me her divine permission to terrorize the neighborhood, payback's hell, isn't it kitty, teach you to leave pawprints on my just cleaned car.

Oh, BTW, those sound like some pretty good ideas for weight distribution, post some pics as you go. That way us husbands (read prisoners) can see what could have been...