Brer Geezer and the Tar Baby September 19, 2007
Posted by Retired Geezer in Man Laws.trackback
You all probably want to skip this post. It’s just me whining and trying to get sympathy.


Most of you are probably familiar with the Uncle Remus story about Brer Rabbit and the Tar Baby. Here’s the Wikipedia entry.
Tar-Baby was a doll made of tar and turpentine, used to entrap Br’er Rabbit in the second of the Uncle Remus stories. The more that Br’er Rabbit fought the Tar-Baby, the more entangled he became. In contemporary usage a tar baby refers to any “sticky situation” that is only aggravated by efforts to solve it.
Many of you know that even though I’m Retired, I still do Sprinkler Repairs for extra money to buy Video Games Food. Every now and then, I come across a situation that gets worse, the more I try to fix it. Mrs. Geezer and I call these jobs, Tar Babys. Sometimes, through no fault of the client, the Sprinkler System is so old or poorly designed that it just wants to fall apart. Being the conscientious person that I am, I try not to charge extra when something goes to shit wrong.
Update: I added 3 photos.
One of my regular clients is a nice lady who has about 5 acres. She first called me, about 6 months ago, because one of her valves was leaking and filling up the green box. To make a long story short, I replaced that valve and the other two started leaking. The guys at the Sprinkler Supply place told me that it was because whoever installed it, tightened the fittings too tight. I replaced both of the other valves and it was a lot more expensive than I originally planned. You can see the water squirting out of the cracked valve.

One problem with her system is that the PVC glue they used initially is not holding. Any little shock to the system will cause the pipes to come apart enough to leak.
Last week she called me again with another leak. I dug it up and could see that the pipe was not inserted straight into the coupling. You can see it in the picture.
(No earthworms were harmed in the fixing of this pipe).

When I cut the piece to fix it, I discovered that it was only inserted about 1/4″. Do you see any Primer? No wonder it leaked.

Keep in mind that all the time I’m working on this, I am kneeling in a carpet of Goat Head Stickers and mud. In the interest of completeness, I’ve added 3 photos. Might as well get our money’s worth out of Michael’s thoughtful Storage Fee donation.
Here’s the horse pasture, you can see the carpet of goat heads which grew where the water was leaking.

Here’s a Goat Head sticker bush. You may not see my leg because I have Camo pants on.

Here’s the goat head caltrops. They will take out small tires easily.

After gluing in another piece of PVC, I tried to figure out which direction the water was flowing. She told me that there used to be sprinklers out in the horse pasture but they had been capped off.
Cool, I’ll just cap off that part of the line and problem solved. That’s what I did but the next day when I came back to turn on the water, I discovered that I capped off the wrong line. Note to Self: Don’t Assume Nothing.
You know what you get when you make an Assumption?
Here’s Samuel L. Jackson to tell you. NSFW.
Since I realized I had to replace the line that I capped, I decided to use Black Poly pipe because it would bend a little and line up better. As I was pushing the Poly onto the T-fitting, another piece of pipe came loose from the nearest elbow. Arrrrgh, Tar Baby!

See the gap?
I got it primered, glued and put back together. Tomorrow I’ll go back and see if it leaks.
I only charged her for 1.5 hours. I’ve been there about 5 hours altogether.
I need a Hug.
Ahhh, I’ll give ya a hug
My father used to refer to those situations as cluster f**ks.
*virtual, totally masculine hug*
Oh, did you mean from a female? My wife sends her sympathies.
This is like me changing the lightbulb in my family room. Bulb burns out, so I pull down the light fixture and replace it with one of higher wattage. Well, all four light fixtures run off the same box, and the higher wattage pops the fuze in the box. So I buy a new fuze, replace it, and fire it up. Well, there’s a buzzing sound, so I pull the panel and light dial thingy off to see what’s going on. That’s when the holder for the light thingy breaks – an irreplaceable part for a system that’s 50 years old.
So then I start thinking, well, I’ll replace the light fixtures, which we hate. And I’ll replace the box. But then I figure that as long as I’m messing with the electricity I should go ahead and move the wall that the box is in. Which means basically renovating the entire family room.
All because I wanted to change out a light bulb.
Well, if you insist, I’ll do a manly lean-in hug. Maximum of 1.5 seconds of light chest contact. Don’t forget the obligatory post-hug double back-slap, OK?
OK?
Well, if you can’t agree on the rules, just forget it.
BTW, if I could start my career as a commenter all over again, I think my handle would be Umption.
Maybe I’ll try that out at AOSHQ. Get a fresh start.
I think it’s hilarious that guys have rules for hugging other guys!
total goat screw (according to my dad)
*hugs ya*
rules? Check out lauraw’s description of me hugging her this past Saturday.
I’ve copped feels from nuns closer than that.
All because I wanted to change out a light bulb.
Sounds like the Ever-Expanding Kitchen Renovation Project™, which pretty much started because some grout needed to be cleaned and sealed.
Sounds to me like someone went looking for a project so he could avoid doing his quantum homework.
Dang! Mr. Michael mentioned the kitchen renovation before I did!
I was thinking about it all the time I was reading Geezer and Geoff.
Geezer? Wanna squishy hug?
Geezer? Wanna squishy hug?
Raincheck until the IBSB.
This is like me changing the lightbulb in my family room.
Yep, that’s a perfect Tar Baby, geoff.
And Michael’s kitchen renovation, of course.
And Michael’s kitchen renovation, of course.
Still completely undocumented, photography-wise.
I’m holding off now to preserve the “shock and awe” effect of the granite countertops, artsy lighting and new appliances for the the IBSBP. If you show up, you can take all the pictures of my kitchen that you want.
We even have new felt and pockets on the pool table. We’re ready to party!
Geoff
I did my part. Balls in Mr. Michael’s court.
We even have new felt and pockets on the pool table.
Just tell me you have a PingPong table.
Just tell me you have a PingPong table.
Indeed we do, RG. Since the kids moved out, it mostly gets used by Mrs. Michael to cut out fabric, but I’m sure she’ll clear it off for you. I will challenge you to a game myself.
You might want to bring some fresh ping pong balls. We don’t have any.
I’ll bring some balls and my Paddle.
Did you forget I was the coach of the All Showgirl Ping Pong Team (SFW)
Damn, RG. You have a picture for everything.
Oh, *hug*
A Retrosexual DEALS WITH IT, be it a flat tire, a home break-in, or a
natural disastertar baby, you DEAL WITH IT.However, it might be acceptable for a Retrosexual to elicit soft, warm, breasts to chest hugs from women when a project turns ugly.
I ain’t huggin’ ya. I’ll buy you a virtual beer though.
Geoff, yeah, that’s how it goes. But the good thing is your fixing stuff while you still live there so you can enjoy it. A lot of the remodeling we did to our home was so we could sell it.
Damn, RG. You have a picture for everything.
Yep, believe it or not, I even have a picture of a blatant, Retrosexual, Kimber owning d00d with soft, waxy hands.
A Retrosexual DEALS WITH IT, be it a flat tire, a home break-in, or a natural disaster tar baby, you DEAL WITH IT.
*shakes head woozily*
Thanks, Compos, I needed that.
*sets
jarJAW firmly and stares at the sprinkler truck with a Steely Gaze*What’s in the jar? Ya gots some whiskey?
And if so, maybe you should cut back. It could be why you keep screwing up this job.
*looks innocent*
Hey this retroactive comment editing is cool.
No wonder Michael feels like god.
RG, your pics gave me a flashback to earlier this spring when I had to repair our new-old home’s sprinkler.
Apparently there is a nationwide school of PVC thought that does not believe in PRIMER—all the leaky joints I dug up just had (cracked, leaking) glue-only joints. Grrrr.
Interesting fact; you can glue a joint together using only primer.
It’s not as strong however.
Yeah—I thought everybody knew that primer actually melts/welds the PVC, and glue is just there to seal it up purty and tight.
Gack! That sprinkler project reminds me of working on Transite water mains. Those mains (about 40-50 years old) are constructed of a pre-PVC material that tends to crack whenever they’re exposed by contractors to make new service connections. The shocks tend to travel down the line & crack fittings that are well outside the area you’re working on, so quite a few of these projects start out as small holes & end up looking like a radioactive mutant prairie dog colony.
*Geezer hug*
Good on ya RG. I’m sure this client will tell all her sprinkler-owning friends about your excellent service.
Sounds like the “plot” for a porno.
“One of you ladies call for some pipe?”
Oh that’s funny!
“Interesting fact, Ma’am. I can give satisfactory results just using my “primer.”
Don’t need no Sticky Stuff.
“Its important all surfaces be thouroughly cleaned before insertion”
The primer is used primarily to clean the surfaces. Yes, it does act like airplane/model glue as it “melts” the plastic, thus “fusing” together the pieces of plastic. But it will not hold under pressure with just primer. The glue is needed, as RG said, to seal the joint.
I believe the same melting and fusing properties are also found in the glue. So if the pvc is clean enough, one can forego the primer and the glue will suffice. Conversely, primer alone will not be adequite to ensure a leak-proof joint.
Bart, for a smooth, YouTube findin’, fashion maven, you sure know a lot about plumbing.
“Its important all surfaces be thouroughly cleaned before insertion”
Twist one quarter turn during insertion until it bottoms out then hold until firm.
Dad wore many hats, one of them was plumber.
He built the house in which I grew up. And he did a lot of engine repair in the driveway. I know stuff.
I was overseas in the Navy but my dad and my baby sister rebuilt her engine.
TI said My father used to refer to those situations as cluster f**ks.
Mrs. Geezer sometimes refers to traffic jams as Fuster Clucks.
Well, there’s your problem – you’re working with PVC. I know, I know, you’re only fixing someone else’s mistake. That’s the bane of irrigation work. Were you finally able to get it to hold pressure?
Were you finally able to get it to hold pressure?
Yep, after I added the Poly splice, I checked it.
No leakage so I carefully filled it back in and drove away.
The shocks of the valves opening and closing is causing the PVC to come apart all over the place. The word Fragile comes to mind.
I have decided to tell her that I won’t be working on it anymore. It’s costing me too much in time and headache.
You’re right about the PVC vs Poly. I did an experiment last winter; I filled 3′ lengths of pipe with water, sealed the ends and left them in the shade. All the PVC pipes split, even the schedule 40, but the Poly pipes were unharmed.
Yeah, I was wondering what was the schedule of the pipe.
A properly fitted pvc joint should last decades — barring ice damage. Do you know what the problem is, RG? I have a hump. I mean hunch.
As you mentioned, the shock of the water stopping at the valves is putting a lot of stress on the joints. Well, those valves are basically suspended in air inside the green valve box. If the entire valve manifold assembly were buried, or somehow braced, it might help alleviate the stress from the jolt of the water slamming up against the diaphragm. (The problem with that, of course, is that burying the valves eliminates easy access to the valves).
I tried to backwash my pool the other day without unrolling the effluent hose. I’m getting to be as absent minded as my dad. Blew holes up and down the 4 ft of hose that wasn’t rolled up.
Oh….I’m sorry. I thought the topic was clusterfucks.
If the entire valve manifold assembly were buried, or somehow braced, it might help alleviate the stress from the jolt of the water slamming up against the diaphragm.
That’s a good point, Bart, but her system is such a Fuster Cluck that even the buried joints are coming apart, 20 and 50 yards away from the valves.
I pity the fool who does her blowout.
Actually I pity the fool who has to fix it in the spring. The guy who does her blowout will be Long Gone.
Here’s the actual photographic proof of my PVC vs Poly test.
http://sprinklerdoc.com/pipetest1.jpg – before freeze
http://sprinklerdoc.com/pipetest2.jpg – after freeze
I just leaned the pipes against the north side of my house.
None of the PVC pipes made it but both Poly pipes were unscathed.
So Michael thinks I’m wierd because I study math and foreign langauges, but doesn’t have a word to say about in-depth discussions of relative tensile strength of pvc versus poly?
Huh.
Hey, I’ve made innumerable sprinkler repairs myself. This is useful information.
Besides, I have some *special* photos of Michael.
(saving them for the IBSBP)
I did my part. Balls in Mr. Michael’s court.
Did I really let that slide by the first time? Heh.
I’ll bet he “holds court” all the time, nyuk, nyuk. Gives a new meaning to “courting,” snort, snuffle, and I’ll never think of “The Courtship of Eddie’s Father” the same again, har!
Hey, if he was Japanese, you could call it Mr. Michael’s courte-san.
…and all for lack of an apostrophe.
Oops. Forgot to italicize the first line.
Geoff, get back to studying.