A little concrete work
Every time I pulled into the driveway, my left front tire would drop in a small groove outside the concrete, just a little depression, but annoying. So, after obsessing about it for weeks, I decided to tackle the project.
Now most normal people would either ignore the little bump, or, take three hands full of clay, or a small flat rock and fill in the depression my tire made. Not me.
I drug a few shovels, my old pick Axe, some wooden steaks and boards and began the project. When I got all the dirt dug out and the concrete forms in, I had a shape like the state of Nevada, with the Grand Canyon running along the left side. Now comes the math part of my project. I Google everything, so I found the formula for concrete work. It is a little like me listening to directions to get somewhere, I was pretty much lost after the first set of calculations. All the directions were in Square feet, I had square inches.
I called the smartest friend I could think of, my buddy Bob Manske. Being a smart and successful guy, Bob was drinking cocktails on his brand new 42' Mainship Trawler in the Gulf of Mexico. He says, just take 12x12x12 and do something else....I was still concentrating on the fact that he had a Captain piloting his yacht in the Gulf of Mexico, I said oh yea, thanks. Tell me about your new Yacht.
At that point, I figured the safest way for me to go, was just to change the dimensions to the ones in feet I found when I Googled, after all, some concrete guy has already done the math for the example. Off to the driveway I went with more wooden steaks and boards, pick Axe and shovels. Now my concrete forms looked more like the state of Tennessee, and, 3/4 of a yard of concrete, just like the guy's example.
I was feeling pretty confident when I called the U-Cart concrete people, I drove over to U-Cart around 5 miles away. They had this big machine that mixed the rock, sand, water, and powdered cement, the yard guy was turning knobs, flipping switches, and out came the concrete in the bucket trailer. I figured they couldn't do the math either, and bought the machine to do the calculations and mixing.
I drove into the driveway, sweet Sue was there with a cup of coffee ready, and was willing to help me with the job, it all went pretty good, we had a little left over that we put in the ditch to smother some weeds.
My state of Tennessee doesn't look too bad, and my tire doesn't bump coming into the driveway.
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