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.
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rbowman
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.
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rbowman
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.
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Michael Trew
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.
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Gregory Morrow
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Clare Snyder
checked tires are OK (although if they are checked the tread ill be hard too, so braking effectiveness is reduced) bt if you run highway speeds and/or with a load????? Checked 10 year old tires are DANGEROUS
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The Real Bev
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.
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micky
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.
**I had one pair and one lone jackstand because it's partner had been under another car when it all of a sudden collapsed. I don't know why I use its remaining partner at all.
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
97 even if I get sick then.
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.
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Scott Lurndal
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