What percentage of flat tires can be saved?

How do you know? Thanks for the reminder though. A guy down the road has goats and has put up a sign offering goat milk. I've been meaning to stop and get some on my way home.

Somewhere I lived, 10 or 20 miles out in the country, in a hilly area, I aaw someone who built a ramp horizontally from ground level, where the ground itself dropped off. I didn't go into the property to see what was holding it up. Steel bars I suppose with wooden ramps.

Before that, when I lived in Brooklyn, there was a seemingly avaiable pit, and for years I sort of wanted to need some repair that would require the pit. Finally I had to do something under my car, change the steering box maybe, and at the foot of Vanderbilt Avenue at Flushing Ave. was that closed gas station, abandoned it seemed, with an outdoor pit for two cars. About a mile from where I lived. So I was working on the car there and the owner came by. I assured him that even if I hurt myself or the car, I would not sue him (and I meant it) and he left.

There were steps built into one half of the pit, but it was easier to get out by using my arms, and I did that about a half-dozen times until my arms got tired. The last time I didn't make it all the way up and I rocked forward on my partly bent arms and my nose hit the angle iron that reinforced the front edge of the pit.

I got out and got a paper townel out of the trunk. I was bleeding quite a bit from both outside my nose and inside. Big drops on the ground and in the trunk.

I wanted to go home but I hadn't quite finished the car yet. I finished the car and was drivign back and it was hard to turn the steering wheel. It turned late, so the car kept veering to one side then the other.

There was a triangle of skin that got pushed up. I coudl have washed my hands and pushed it back, but it made me sick to think about it. I could have gone to an ER, but I just wanted to lie down. Ended up with a little bump on my nose for 2 or 3 years. Now it's gone and the faintest scar was there last I looked.

I finished the car the next day, but I must have done it without using the pit.

I see that there is an auto repair place there now and a lot with 7 cars. Maybe the pit is still there.

I usually get a hundred gallons at a time which, at 40 cents, is a savings of forty dollars per fillup, and at one fillup a month, almost $500/year.

Sticker says Top Tier too! And there's never a long wait. Maybe a couple of cars in front of me, but depending on when I go, it's often nearly empty.

Boo boo. 4 cents times 100 gallons is only 4 dollars times 12 is only about $50 saved, but the Costco is Top Tier and convenient and nobody gets mad at me while I get a hundred gallons as there are three bays in front of me and four of those three bays to the sides, so I'm not holding up anyone's time.

That $50 saved buys me another few gas cans so I can get more gas per fill.

With the high price of gas ($5.30/gallon on my last fill), it helps a bit.

You might want to look into tossing a few of those plastic cans out, they look well past their use by date.

It's a joke from rec.food.cooking. A guy said any house without a basement is no better than a goat barn. Ed lives in a house in Florida on a slab. Ergo, goat barn.

I ASSumed your location requires deep enough footers that basements are customary in your area.

Some of that is in your vehicle. I'm not interested in storing that much gas in plastic jugs on my property. Unless used in other machines, I'm not interested in filling my tank from them too.

I hope your storage is far from your neighbors.

I could fill the gas tank from them but I just dump them into drums.

I checked all the safety codes. OSHA suggests a vented building with a drainage pan and the fire marshal suggested storing them upside down and open when empty so the fire crews know they're empty during a fire.

The police said there is only one state with laws regulating transport (NY) and transport is covered under the 600 pound hazardous material FED laws.

The EPA only regulates recapture of fumes when the size of individual containers exceeds 60 gallons. I fill my epoxy lined drums (notice they're not over 60 gallons) once a month and pump into the cars at will at home.

You can get all the parts at Grainger for a home gasoline pump but the problem is that delivery of only 100 gallons isn't worth the extra prices they charge. Which is why I fill up at Costco about once a month for that.

Most people make a huge deal out of nothing when it comes to storing fuel.

It's always people who have never even thought of doing it who tell you all the reasons why they can't do what anyone can do if they know how to do it.

Every neighbor, for example, is storing about 20 gallons in their car. For a typical four car family, they're storing 40 to 60 gallons inside their home (in the garage) and another similar amount in the driveway.

The fire marshal has approved my setup even though he didn't have to, he came by at my request, and that's good enough for me. Who approved yours?

The crappy ones are Blitz. They went out of business. Good riddance. It doesn't matter the outside peeling as that's just the pretty layer.

But the blitz cans tend to split along the top seam and their spouts will always crack and leak around the stem due to atrociously poor design.

The better ones are Spectre. You can buy them at Costco. They're great. The spout removes easily and doesn't stick out so it won't break easily.

You never need the nozzle anyway. You just use it as a bung hole as it's no good for pouring.

I couldn't get 100 gallons if I rolled the window down and stuck the nozzle in :) At 5 cents a gallon less than the other stations, that 40 cents is my savings for the entire fill up.

Yeah, 5 gallons is enough for me. That's for the lawnmower although I'll sometimes top off the bikes at the end of the season.

You can plug a tire yourself if you keep a kit with you. I run tires until they are thin and border-line dangerous. I'm mildly exaggerating, but light stress cracks on the sidewall of a 10 year old tire won't deter me from running it if it has good tread.

I just replaced my 10-YO tires. 38K miles. Minor cracks, but this is SoCal -- ALL our tires have minor cracks. Overnight flat. Nobody would repair it due to age. Turns out that there was a blown-out hole in the interior sidewall. Bought 4 new tires just like those. Excellent life and dry traction, I'm happy.

I believe there are no more Google Groups posts.

The only time I've been worried about my repairs were when I had to crawl under the car while it was jacked up, and on a small upgrade, and it was parked at the end of a straightaway in my n'hood parking lot wher all the cars had to turn. I put big garbage cans behind my car so they'd hit them and miss the car. And I used two jacks and 3 jackstands** so it wouldn't fall down.

And in theory I could have fallen off my sloped roof. I might have fallen asleep and rolled off.

It's vague now but I think I sanded off a bit of a finger, about the 4mm in diameter, but that was nowhere near as bad when in highschool gym they wanted me to climb a rope (2" or so thick) to the gym ceiling. I did that and was on my way down when my hands tired and I lost my grip about 10 feet up. I wish I'd let go entirely. Instead, on 3 or 4 fingers there were abrasions almost bigger than a dime at least 1.5 mm deep, maybe 2. Didn't bleed much, and only at first, took weeks to grow back.

Since age 16 or so, I have had a long time expectation of seriously hurting myself, and the older I get, the less time I have to fulfill my expectation. So I'm tightening my safety standards, although today I used the grinding wheel with no glasses. I did buy a new mask to keep out fiberglass and rock wool, though if I inhale it now and it takes 20 years to get sick, I'll probably consider myself a winner if I live to

The greatest risk I've ever been in was in college. I once locked myelf out of my room on the 3rd floor of what had been a large private house. I went out the bathroom window and over to a little part of the front roof and climbed in my bedroom window. That was fine, but it happened again in the winter. I couldn't find my roommate so I climbed out the bathroom window onto the snow coverd front roof. Planning ahead, I stomped down the snow to make it flat, horizontal, but somehow it came out sloping and, I assume, more slippery than it was, AND the bedroom window was locked. I tried yelling but even though 18 people lived in the house and at least 10 were on the first floor, the windows were cloesd. And probably no one was walking down the street at 8 or 9PM. That was the closest I've been to dying. Finally I think I climbed back to the bathroom window successfully, as you can tell.