We all have to live somewhere but Damn, houses can be a pain in the ***. At least they have always been for me. All that time and money that could have been spent on the car...
I literally had this same thing happen to me a month ago. Flooded my ba*****t laundry room with nastiness. Had to rip out all the cabinets, washer and dryer, counters, etc. 48 hours of hell to fix the damn thing. Have fun.... Lol. I'd come over with a six pack and help if I was there.
Plumbing is kind of like working on an old cars brakes. Might as well rip everything out and replace the whole kit and kaboodle Not what you want here but it’s been my experience. Dan
If you could cut above and below the crack you should be able to transition to PVC. They make boots for such things. I wonder what caused the crack? OT however we have to get the Boss up and running https://duckduckgo.com/?q=menards+cast+iron+sewer+pipe+to+pvc+pipe+boot&start=1&t=h_&ia=web https://www.menards.com/main/search.html?search=Cast+iron+sewer+pipe+to+pvc+boot Dan
After 56 trips to the local independently owned hardware store today, I am now on a first-name basis with everyone in the plumbing department. I know their schedules. They know my problems. At this point, we're basically coworkers. So I've decided to stop fighting destiny and open my own plumbing outfit. Gonna call it: Fear & Plumbing No job too small. No catastrophe too stupid. Also, the ****ter is officially operational again. So if nature calls, help yourself...
I remember a fantastic story here, from waaay back. Something to do with a lower level toilet and a fan/screw. Some strange French word that was kind of like brolier but more letters. Amateur attempts at repair were well do***ented and written with great wit.
That was Christian from Sweden. The Poo Grinder. Single best day on the HAMB in history and I’ll fight anyone that says different. here’s the story: You know that feeling 'cause you tinker with cars you think you can fix anything? Well sometimes you better not try, here's why: I live in an old house from the twenties with originally just one toilet, outside, where you take a **** right into the sceptic tank, somewhere down the line whoever lived here got sick of his *** freezing to the toilet seat in winter and they installed a bathroom on the second floor. Unfortunately they cut a few corners and instead of running a big pipe up to the second floor to dispose of turds they installed a 'brouilleur": one of those big blenders behind the toilet bowl so they can run the chopped turds down the little sink-drain pipes. Dunno if you have those things over there, they're kinda comparable to those blenders you Americans have in your kitchen sinks. Anyway, our "brouilleur" has been acting up for months, it just kept on going, normally it shuts itself off 30 seconds after you flushed, first it became a minute, then it just wouldn't shut off at all. So what we do is take a ****, flush, wait 30 seconds then pull the plug. Been going on like that for weeks, so today I finally get my courage together to do the dreaded job of checking out the ****-caked brouilleur box. It's a white plastic box that sits right behind the toilet bowl and out the top comes a small pipe that dissapears into the wall. It only took a couple of minutes to unhook it, and without getting too much **** on my hands. I take the lid of to be greeted by the most horendous sight ever, tubes and mechanisms with a nice old layer of **** in all shades of brown over 'em. Take the thing downstairs and outside and pour it's contents over the fence (no neighbours) then take it into the garage and put it in the sink. I can't see anything, first of all 'cause I can only look at it why holding my breath (me, a smoker, 10 seconds), secondly 'cause you can't see anything other then **** in the shape of machinery. Logic tells me the mechanism probably shuts off and on with the level of water/piss/sheit in the box. So I decide to plug it in and run water from the tap in it to see what happens. It fills up, and up, and up when all of a sudden the thing starts mixing, and, remember the pipe coming OUT THE TOP, and THE LID BEING OFF????? There was a fountain of **** coming out of that thing all the way to the ceiling!!!! Of course most of it caught me on it's way back down, it was horrendous, I was ****man, the white T-shirt didn't help either, in my hair, ****, everywhere... The missus is still laughing, and I've just spent two hours in bath, changing the water 3 times..... So, my guess is it is a brouilleur!
I worked a at water district and seen all types of dookie……it was a literal **** show. I learned quick how to dodge, duck, dip, dive and dodge. Oh, and always wear ppe.
I was thinking of that story a while back couldn’t find it I’ll save to favorites. That’s one funny er ****ty story! Thanks Dan
Hell yeah. Sign up Tardel to prep the car and make the trip North with you. Besides, he's a slam dunk for a shotgun mechanic. Might be a good break for him, escaping the heat for a few days and seeing your new digs. Could do it in 2 or 3 days. Post the route schedule and I'm sure you'd have HAMB brothers along the route offering mechanical support or meet ups for a meal or accommodation offers like Bob K used to get on his trips. Road trips in Hot Rods are the ultimate. The Rod & Custom crew (Jacobs, Bryan, etc) proved that 50+ years ago when they drove form LA cross country to the NSRA Nats...You can do***ent it on a HAMB thread and we'll all ride along vicariously..
I enjoyed your read Ryan, and agree. My Model A has drag racing history from before I found her, and with me. It is still what some of my friends call, a scary car. Its loud, obnoxious, stupid fast, scares old ladies, makes babies cry. What in my opinion a hot rod should be. Driving her is a experience, not just a drive. When I get behind the wheel I know and tell myself, you better have your wits and **** together. Hitting the road I instantly feel better about everything.
Yeah.. dangerous ... Just got back from our family Vacation up at the lake.. 7 hour one way trip. Family were backed up in the safe wagon and trailing behind, My Bro in Law and I were in the 57 and safety is minimal. Overpowered, stock drums and gl*** packs. All the way on this ride is 2 lane very hilly and twisty through the Canadian shield... and it Rained... like Indian Monsoons... Speed was listed at 50mph... we averaged 60-70... missed 2 white Tails and a black Bear watching from the culvert. It was invigorating .... and the thrill of danger was always at your left side.The only semi Irritant was the few drivers in their 4 wheel riding ********s that just "Had" to p*** that old car in front of them. "My 90 thousand dollar ***** is not gonna be p***ed up by that 65 year old bucket of Junk" The window seals leaked like the hoover dam, the gas gauge and speedo gave up the ghost , It was fun.. we made the trip, stayed the week, drank a few and a week later did it again. It was edgy and un-nerving at times.. It was Fun.
This **** story brought up a memory about where I lived for 30 years, Hubertus Wi.,A beautiful area in the Kettle Moraine, all hill and gully, the ice age trail, and rustic trail in his area, a national landmark. Holy Hill Basilica and National Shrine of Mary Help of Christians. The story, a friend built a home on the side of a hill and had a grinder and a pump, put the septic tank and leach field above the home , why not below I never asked. He lived there a year or so and wakes up to water noise in the lower level, the check valve failed , had liquid **** shooting up from toilet hitting the ceiling, he did build in a safety shut off, But what a stinky mess. He then installed a different style check valve 2 places, lived there 30+ years, no problems, A beautiful property it was. Now I live in the beautiful North woods of Wi., a beautiful area, purchased land 1992 built a retreat, retired here, this is my last rodeo. I am a Lucky man! I did make good decisions on where I/we chose to live, grew up in city and went to the countryside at 22 years old, No regrets.
lol told my wife the **** blender story and as we both finished laughing she said “I don’t know, sounds off topic”
I bet we could get a relay going and get your coupe to the Gathering at the Roc. And then over to you in ColoRODo. @BenD @Nicks Hot Rod Garage
Ryan, Welcome to the "Old house club" Back in 1980 I purchased a charming home with a large building for my Tool & Die shop, home built in 1938, no money spared, Beautiful Lannon stone work, small town and beautiful countryside. a very nice old house I thought, some updates required I was aware of. I was 32 years old, I had owned 3 homes before this, some fixing up required/done. I had No Clue what I bought into, the movie "Money Pit" was the program for several years, I acquired many new home construction skills like you are doing now and fortunately I had many tradesman friends from racing for advice and projects I did't tackle. No Regrets, we lived there 30 years, raised 5 kids there and it all worked out. Remember my words when it's all said and done you will be a happy proud man. Cubic $$$ makes all this easier, but those people don't receive the satisfaction of creating something with your own hands/ thoughts. You speak of your Hot Rod for therapy, mine was riding my motorcycle, not racing around, just riding to clear my head of frustrations that come with life, That worked for me and I survived 36 years on cycles by being damn careful paying attention to my surroundings and probably some luck involved. Enjoy your new adventure and as always, THANK YOU ! for the HAMB.
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