TIRE PRESSURE MONITOR FAULT. TIRE PRESSURE
Tire Pressure Monitor Fault. Performance Tyre Reviews
Tire Pressure Monitor Fault
- Cold inflation pressure is the inflation pressure of tires before the car is driven and the tires warmed up. Recommended cold inflation pressure is displayed on the owner's manual and on the placard (or sticker) attached to the vehicle door edge, pillar, glovebox door or fuel filler flap.
- The manufacturer's recommended pressure for a tire, dependent on load, speed, etc., usually given in bar or pound-force per square inch (psi). (1.8 bar = 26 psi; 2 bar = 29 psi; 2.2 bar = 32 psi; 2.4 bar = 35 psi; 2.7 bar = 39 psi)
- admonisher: someone who gives a warning so that a mistake can be avoided
- A person who observes a process or activity to check that it is carried out fairly or correctly, esp. in an official capacity
- proctor: someone who supervises (an examination)
- A person operating such an instrument or device
- An instrument or device used for observing, checking, or keeping a continuous record of a process or quantity
- keep tabs on; keep an eye on; keep under surveillance; "we are monitoring the air quality"; "the police monitor the suspect's moves"
- Do wrong
- mistake: a wrong action attributable to bad judgment or ignorance or inattention; "he made a bad mistake"; "she was quick to point out my errors"; "I could understand his English in spite of his grammatical faults"
- Criticize for inadequacy or mistakes
- blame: put or pin the blame on
- defect: an imperfection in an object or machine; "a flaw caused the crystal to shatter"; "if there are any defects you should send it back to the manufacturer"
Drunks, strippers, and a band
Written May 24th. 2006
I have been playing drums for the better part of thirteen years now, and for at least twelve of those years I have been in a band. The last band I ever played with was quit un-tastefully called “A New Revolt“...I know...I thought the name sucked too, but it was actually the best group of musicians I have ever had the pleasure of playing with.
ANR was basically an amalgamation of two heavy metal guitarist's, Leon, and Rob “Quickie“, a sly main stream bassist, Steve, one hell of a buxom, imaginative, and lets not forget muscle laden front man Rayce, and myself. All my tender by no less then five to ten years, which seems some what pivotal to this story. By the time I had decided to form ANR, I had already lettered in High School band, played in no fewer then five bands, preformed a handful of rather disastrous shows, cut three demo albums, and been fired on stage, while in the middle of a gig. Now The reason I mention all of this is to help you garner a mental picture of me the hard bitten old guy, surrounded by four barely graduated from high school kids, who promptly dubbed me the nick name “Mother", for my constant bickering and stern professional approach at the way the band would operate. In short, I was hell bent on success, and wasn't going to let one of these little shit’s screw it up.
Alright image in place, we'll move on. Fast forward a year and half later. We had established ourselves on the local scene, staked our claim as house band at Tony's billiards, secured a small slot of air time on the radio, and even made the local news for taking part in a free fund raiser performance, to raise money for a local girl with cancer, aaaaah.
We were on our way, and in demand on the local scene, and I had just booked us a gig at a bachelor party, as our story begins. As it happened the mother of my oldest offspring had just walked out on us only a few weeks earlier, so needless to say, I was looking forward to throwing caution to the wind, and leaving “Mother” at home for this one.
Now as I understood it when booking the show, the nights entertainment would consist primarily of us, a lot of alcohol, and two strippers...........
Strippers? This will be “Awesome!” Free after four years of hell, I thought it was time to cut loose. Find a sitter for the offspring, and then it's a simple matter of padding my wallet with fifty dollars in fives, before we headed out with the gear.
All of my past band experience could not have prepare me for how this evenings festivities were going to unravel.
Unloading the gear was typically a nightmare. A rhythmic ballet of one vehicle backing up to a back door, where it is quickly unloaded in a fervid if not near panicked manner, and then moved out of the way for the next. This place was cake. A huge and luxurious farm shop, with bay doors, we could drive through and right up to the stage, a single double drop trailer, where we unloaded right onto the make shift stage.
Seat up, sound check, and a couple of beers later, and I'm ready to play. Then the other performers arrive, the strip -- err, exotic dancers, and trouble begins before any entertainment has even begun. No one had informed the exotic dancing company that a band would be performing, and expecting a much smaller crowd, they have only brought along a lone bouncer, who at the moment of seeing us and the conflux of testosterone swarming the shop, is thinking it would be in their best interests to bug out on the spot.
Suddenly and quite unexpectedly this ill turn of events is dropped into our hands. It would seem it is our fault we were booked for the show, and now it's up to us to smooth things out with the edgy bouncer.
Leon the smooth talker goes to work, chatting it up with the missing link of a looking bouncer, and after fifteen tense minutes of wondering if we are going to get paid for packing all of this equipment all the way out to B.F.E. an agreement is reached. We are allowed to play three songs, while the afore mentioned exotic dancers perform, and then we are to promptly retire, until the dancers have left. Well things could be worse. I still have my fifty dollars in fives.
Show time. We have a killer set, consisting primarily of our own material, coupled with a mean cover of Golden Earring’s “Twilight Zone” and a dark and methodical rendition of The Rolling Stones “Paint It Black” to finish out the set. I'm ready, and start in with the opening tribal groove to “In bed with the walls” on the tom tom's. I've played this song a thousand times, and know it by heart. There is no way I could mess this one up.
Now the thing of it is, the curious quagmire that was about to befall me, this, this, Gordian knot that I was about to find myself in... I've on several occasions seen naked women...And I've on more then several occasions, played drums to a crowd...But I've never seen a naked woman, while playing my drums in front of a crowd, and this is where the trouble begins.
Eight bars into th
Reverse Fault along the Uinta Fault Zone
Reverse Fault along the Uinta Fault Zone. The contact here between the deep red arkosic sandstone of the Uinta Mountain Group on the left and the Madison Limestone on the right is a reverse fault. It is one of several along the northern boudary of the Uinta Range dating from the Laramide Orogeny that formed the modern range during late Cretaceous through Eocene time, about 70 to 40 million years ago. The Unita Mountain Group, which forms the core of the range, is mid- to late Proterozoic in age, from 1.1 to 0.8 billion years old. The Madison Limestone is Mississippian in age, about 450 million years old. The beds of the Madison are vertical to overtuned in this view. Sheep Creek Canyon. Ashley National Forest. Near Manila, Daggett Co., Utah.
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