It’s All Your Fault Weber!
I’ve owned this Weber Spirit Grill for about 5 years. Always kept it out of the weather and in good condition. A couple days ago we had just started grilling and got the grill up to temp and had just but burgers on it. We went to turn the burgers down and notice the gas flow control knobs were melted flat to the control panel. We took a look underneath and the valves under the knobs just above the propane tank were spewing in flames!
Did you read that, Erika — Spewing flames!
Same grill. Same problem. If you care to scroll around a bit you’ll see other reports of Weber grills on fire.
Erika called me back this morning after I sent One. Final. Email.
Told me I could take the replacement parts or nothing.
I went with nothing.
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Went to our Nest this past weekend. We got as far as Summit Lake where suddenly Happy Wife pulled over, pushed open the car door and said, “Get out. Your bike’s on the roof. You’re riding the rest of the way.”
“But deary-do,” I implored her, “it must be 50 miles to the Nest.”
“Out!”
I’m kidding! It was my idea to cycle from there.
And mostly downhill (except the uphill parts). I wasn’t more than a mile or two into my ride, nary a cloud in the sky, when an R/V rumbles past me with a not tightly-fitted stopper on its holding tank, flapping at its closure and emitting a spritzing volume of stinky gray water which got caught up in the wind whorl of passing cars only to finally settle on yours truly who was just pedaling along on the road shoulder thoroughly enjoying an otherwise glorious summer day.
Isn’t that special.
Had to stop twice to adjust my saddle height. How a clamp “spontaneously” loosens all by itself to permit the seat post to descend into the seat tube is a mystery to me. Maybe it was manufactured by Weber!
Then ten miles from Seward I flatted. No worries. Still sunny and 70. I alerted Happy Wife by phone that I’d be late, and to standby in the event my repair failed. Removed the wheel (front), fully deflated the tube, ripped it out, put in a new one, reseated the tire bead, then re-inflated the tube with a CO2 cartridge. Or I intended to anyway. But I’d forgot to unscrew the valve on the tube (Presta valve don’t you know) to permit the flow of air into the tube, and consequently the air pressure in the cartridge adapter got very high very quickly and blew off the rubber gasket, releasing all that precious carbon dioxide, incrementally worsening global warming and leaving my tube still flaccid as a homo in a titty bar. But wait — I’d wisely packed two cartridges foreseeing this very problem! Unscrewed the Presta valve properly this time, screwed the spare cartridge in the adapter and pressed my fingers hard as I could around the gap where the gasket had been to seal it. Managed to deliver most of the gas inside the tube this time. Voila!
Except… as I continued rolling down the highway toward Seward I noticed the tire was not perfectly in round, there was a metronomic bump bump bump bump. Crap. Evidently I’d not seated the tire bead securely and so the tube was probably bulging. Will it hold for ten miles?
Yes — it did! I arrived at the Nest, fell into the loving arms of HW, and blamed the entire mishap on Weber!