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you forgot with a tag axel on the concrete truck. yeah im in that business... we do the dirt work, form setting.. pour out the concrete.. either we do the finishing or hire out finishers.. pull the forms.. next job
what annoys me most?
when they forget to put fiber in 5000 or 5 sac mix.. sets up quick at times and man.. you gotta walk that crap in.
leaves, cats, dogs ... everything else you can account for
people that think that drive way looks good when its less than a year old.. cracked and has grass growing between the joints.
idoits that use normal wood for joints instead of either cutting a joint, putting in keyway, or redwood. some use plastic but ... looks tacky
hey have you looked up increte and surecrete yet? we do that.. man its awesome.. makes normal concrete look like wood, stone and such.. we even do walls now in homes.. my fav is jade stone but with a teal look.
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