You was a rock farmer too? :thumbsup: As a teen hangin' out with the old man in Needles Ca, desert community on the Ca-Az border, it was a learning experience that worked out well. Those 115° summer days, when spray bars on the wet shaker screens needed to have the debris poked out of the water holes was a welcome change :lol:. "Where ya goin'?" dad says. "Over to the rock plant to check the spray bars. Be back later." :rofl: Come back to the ready mix plant, fire up the mini bike, go for a ride in the desert :lol:.