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It's funny, I've worn through probably four or five pairs of batts since moving to New York. And every time, I've just had to throw the old ones out and buy new ones. If only I'd known that there's a place on the Westside Highway that specializes in re-facking them...


-PAR

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Anonymous said…
...and this is why you live in the big city, as there isn't a single re-fracker in Virginia.
Anonymous said…
There's a lot of re-fracking in Virginia. It usually happens in small shops that he locals know well. They just don't advertise much, because profit margins aren't that big and no one want to alert the IRS to unreported income either.

Re-fracking is kind of like todays version of the "sharpen saw at home" businesses that used to be advertised in Popular Mechanic and other magazines.

There are a lot of home garages around with fludgers, piesnippeting tools, and a few dram lockers floating around too. They are much more common in the South-western part of the state and the tools turn up at auctions pretty regularly. I think the decline in textile production and mining in that area have a lot to do with it.

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