Last week I got a friend to help me out because my low tire pressure light had come on a while back. It always comes on every winter the first time it gets around the freezing point. I’ve always taken care of it myself but I can no longer squat due to a bad knee. We drove to a gas station that had the sort of machine you mention above. He checked the info inside the door to verify the pressure was 32 psi, took off all the valve caps, calibrated the machine and started filling the tires. I yelled out when the machine beeped at the 32 mark since we were on a busy street and it was hard to hear. He said he inflated them a bit above 32. As we drove away, the light stayed on. I thought maybe it would go away in a few minutes but no. It’s still on.
Flying to the U.S. tomorrow. Since the last time we flew, we got new passports, so we have to update the Advance Passenger Information (API). Plus we have to provide vaccination certificates, attestations and negative test results, because being vaccinated isn’t enough.
Since we’re American we are permitted to fly to the U.S. without being vaccinated. So the vaccinated Americans have less paperwork than the unvaccinated.
And we have to go for a test this afternoon, because the test has to be one day before flying.
Coming back to Switzerland we have to have the test within 24 hours of landing. It’s almost 24 hours door-to-door, so that’ll be fun.
Would be nice if all countries would agree on one single solution for attempting to control infection.
I see this as a loop hole that really needs to be closed.
We are going to be going to St Martin/Sint Maarten in January. No test to fly down, but we need to be tested before coming back to the US.
What happens if one of us tests positive?
I don’t know, but likely you both will have to quarantine at some government approved hotel at your own expense for around ten days or a negative test.
This based on what other countries do.
You can’t close that loophole without rendering people stateless. Your country is your home: they have to take you in. You could, I suppose, quarantine them in Guantanamo, since there’s precedent, and you can certainly force them to quarantine in hotels at the travellers’ expense.
This country has a very long history of precedent of quarantine-until-cured ( or in this case vaccinated ). Ellis Island, for one.
Also if you need an island which is somewhat empty, far enough away from domestic terrorist resources to discourage escape attempts, but is set up to hold all of these diseased-meat scum, it’s easy enough to reactivate Alcatraz ( although Guantanamo would do ).
Agree. I would be much happier if I knew everybody else on the flight is vaccinated as we are, or had been tested and put into isolation some days before the flight and tested again before flying.
Agreed. Nobody ever wants to scrub a woodchipper with bleach.
( Its something that people do before placing new felons into their cells. )
Mothertrucker! I took next week off to spend time with my youngest grandson for his birthday. This morning I broke my little toe.
Having a broken toe with five dogs underfoot is a huge pain in the ass, too.
May as well vent here. Yes, I’m stupid. Hopefully that will change. Those who read my IMHO thread Need advice on a relationship, will recall my ex, who I had been with, then became his home aide, then it went downhill. I hadn’t spoken to him in 2 weeks, til Tuesday when I told his dad to bring up the fact he still owed me money for coffee I’d bought him awhile back. So he called me and asked how I was, kept inviting me down. So I went, we had sex. He said he didn’t want us to see anyone else. The next 2 days he didn’t see me cause he slept most of the time. Maybe he could blame that on his MS. Then he said he stayed up most of Thursday night playing his Madden football. Why didn’t he call me? Oh, once he starts, he goes down the rabbit hole. He called Friday, said he’d just woke, was going to play Madden (instead of seeing me) and would call later at night. Nope. Yeah, I was a booty call (I know he hadn’t seen anyone else as it only took him less than 2 minutes and we hadn’t been together for over three weeks). If he happens to call again, I will tell him next time he wants sex, he can have it with his football game. Live and learn.
You can’t be serious. You can’t recycle BOTTLES? Or is it just wine bottles? They’re GLASS, one of the three easiest materials to recycle (Glass, aluminum, and paper; I took a class in this)!
Well, damn, put them in the bin anyhow.
I’m serious. Of course they do accept glass bottles and lots of other materials, but you’re not supposed to use municipal recycling for liquor bottles or beer cans because they’ve set up a system for returning them for a refund of the deposit. This doesn’t in itself explain why municipalities won’t take them anyway, but I suspect it has to do with cost – more recycling volume probably costs them more than they get paid for it. Anyway, given the extortionate property taxes I pay, and the fact that I’m old and cranky, I’m mostly going to continue to dispose of my wine and liquor bottles that way and if they don’t like it they can fuck off and howl at the moon.
I was told you have to drive above a certain speed for the stupid thing to reset, but I forget what that speed was. I needed to get onto a highway to hit it, though.
Locally to me, the Wawa convenience store/gas station has free air. That’s what I used a few weeks ago when I got the nanny light because the temperature had gone down enough. (NB: I am grateful to the nanny light, I tend not to think about/notice that sort of thing.)
When I flew back to the US from Mexico a few months ago we had to have a recent negative Covid test despite being fully vaccinated. (Same with everyone else on the flight.) They checked all the paperwork at the airport when we landed too, it wasn’t just a formality.
FTR, make that WaWa trip ASAP after you see the nanny light. Evidently each tire has a sensor and each sensor transmits when it senses low pressure until the battery in it runs out of power. Once it does, then you have no way of turning off the nanny light manually. Also, you can’t change the batteries in the sensors and they are $100@ to replace.
TLDR; Yay WaWa.
I did not know that. Damn. I didn’t get air until the next day, I think. It’s only come on twice, though, and the first time I took care of it immediately.
I also highly recommend getting some kind of small compressor, whether it’s a 12V model or one that plugs into a wall outlet. It’s awesome not having to scout every service station in the area for a free, working air compressor. (Also, make sure you have a good pressure gauge of your own, especially if your vehicle is over 10 years old; those little TPM batteries can act strange when they’re dying.)
My own rant…I want to preface this by saying that my earlier rant against FedEx still stands, but it turns out that they’re not responsible for the latest incident. This year’s supposedly stolen package was a box of roasted peanuts, ordered by my mom and shipped to the self-appointed caregiver (we’ll call her Becky) of an elderly relative. When the first box didn’t show up, Mom contacted the company (I’ll call them NutCo), since they’re such a small outfit that they don’t send tracking information or updates on their orders. NutCo’s owner set about trying to track down the package; when it became apparent that it had been stolen, he had another package sent out. Mom found out this morning that this package had supposedly been delivered; however, it wasn’t at Becky’s house.
At this point, NutCo’s owner is losing patience with Mom, and Mom is starting to wonder about Becky’s neighborhood. Becky had previously claimed that she checked with her neighbors when the first box didn’t show up at her house. In talking to Becky this morning, Mom read off the address Becky had originally given her – 202 Random Street.
“Tee hee,” says Becky, “I live at 203 Random Street! I sometimes say “202” because I lived at a “202” years and years ago.”
Mom did find out from NutCo’s owner (before he hung up on her) that the resident of 202 Random Street had contacted both FedEx and NutCo, but apparently there’s no way to initiate a return. NutCo’s owner also let it be known that apparently my mom should have personally verified the address (what, by looking up property tax records???).
I have one of these. I can verify it is an EXCELLENT device for inflating tires. It saved my butt one time - Flat tire, can of fix-a-flat, and this got me home at 3 a.m. one night.
So that’s what you non-smoking kids are calling it these days.