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  • A dump truck (or, UK, dumper truck) is a truck used for transporting loose material (such as sand, gravel, or dirt) for construction.
  • A truck with a body that tilts or opens at the back for unloading
  • truck whose contents can be emptied without handling; the front end of the platform can be pneumatically raised so that the load is discharged by gravity
  • A vehicle that is used for transporting loose material typically equipped with a hydraulically operated box-bed. The fuel source can be either separate from or combined with the fuel supply that propels the vehicle.
  • (tire) exhaust or get tired through overuse or great strain or stress; "We wore ourselves out on this hike"
  • Cause to feel in need of rest or sleep; weary
  • (tire) hoop that covers a wheel; "automobile tires are usually made of rubber and filled with compressed air"
  • (tire) lose interest or become bored with something or somebody; "I'm so tired of your mother and her complaints about my food"
  • Become in need of rest or sleep; grow weary
  • Lose interest in; become bored with

Asia - Philippines / Payatas
Asia - Philippines / Payatas
My first real wakeup call about trash in the modern world came when I visited the dump community, Payatas, in the Philippines.. I was, by that time, no longer a stranger to the breath-taking frankness of the hard knocks life in the so-called third world. But my visit to Payatas shocked me to the core. Metro Manila has several large (and I mean gigantic) municipal dumpsites, the largest of which is Payatas. It is not simply a landfill – a large hole in the ground where trash is deposited until its filled and which is then sealed over and planted with grass and forgotten. Payatas is the site of a large informal recycling community. Hundreds of families live around and on the dump and earn their living by waiting on top of the pile as the trucks come in and then sorting through the waste in search of valuable items. Some basic facts: 150,000 people work on the dump, picking through their share of the 6,700 tons of garbage that Metro Manila produces daily. The city has ten such dumps, all over flowing, of which Payatas is the most widely known, due to a collapse in 2000 that killed 200 people. More than 400 trucks come to the 100 foot high mountain of trash every day bringing in 1.800 tons of trash in a 16 hour work day. Payatas is the successor to Smokey Mountain, a still larger dump on the island of Luzon, which was home to the largest slum in Asia until it was forcibly cleared and the landfill closed by the Filipino government in November 1995. After the landslide at Payatas, the government attempted to close it too, but it was reopened at the demand of its workers, who are dependent on trash picking for their livelihood. What happens to all that trash? “The bounty of the trucks is sifted and sorted by the scavengers, who pass it on to scrap shops specializing in copper wire, old newspapers, aluminum cans, plastic, cardboard bits of machinery, box springs, raffle tickets, tires, broken toys – virtually all the infinite components of civilized life.? The people of Payatas were able to find a use for nearly everything that came off the trucks – all of it going off to be reused, melted down, composted, or who knew what – except the plastic bags.So in the end as you step across the ‘ground’ on the dump mountain looking down stories and across blocks to see the edges, what you’re standing on is mostly plastic bags. Bear in mind Manila is home to a society almost pathologically obsessed with plastic bags. If you buy something in a store, all other things being equal, you will walk out with at least three bags. In a grocery store all produce comes plastic wrapped, then is double bagged for you by a smiling attendant – who’s happy demeanor will turned to semi-horrified puzzlement should you attempt to refuse a bag. It seems to represent the pinnacle of modern, sanitary, western style living. So consequently they figure largely in the city’s trash. The man-made mountain of bags covers 22 hectares of land. It is awe inspiring. It is awesome. It is awful. Visiting that dump community certainly made a big impression on me. The trash community at Payatas in the Philippines is not an isolated incident. Similar “recycling? systems are in place all around the globe – anywhere the daily average wage is low enough to make garbage picking a viable livlihood. In Mexico City, these pickers are known as pependadores. In Cairo they are called Zabaline. The zabaline collect around a third of their city’s trash, of which they are able to redirect around 80%
spare tire [the following is a true story]
spare tire [the following is a true story]
one night a long, long, long time ago, i stole a lawn mower. i really had a use for it, it was sitting under the stairs in an apartment complex my friend lived in, and i couldn't figure out why you would need a lawn mower in an apartment anyway, so i took it. i had loaded into the back of my '62 International Scout, and covered it with a blanket. I was going to go back to my house, which was about 65 miles away. i had made it out of the parking, and as luck would have it, made it about 6 blocks before running out of gas. coasting to a stop in a city park's parking lot, i got out my gas can and 'gas card' [a rubber siphon hose] and went and 'found' some gas. coming back to the Scout, it was literally surround by police cars. if i remember correctly, i'm thinking at least 4 cars were there. i sat on this little hill, looking at my little truck, thinking about this little problem, when all of a sudden the police cars all started in unison and took off. just. like. that. so i waited about an hour before going back over there and dumping what little gas i found into the Scout's gas tank. i fired it up and took off myself. about 30 miles later, while going up a twisty little mountain road, i had a flat tire. pulling off the road on the inside corner of a right hand curve, i spied headlights coming up behind me. it was a state trooper. he came to my window. he told me i had to get off of the road. i told him i could back down the hill, but couldn't see behind me, to which he said he would 'guide' me. he 'guided' me right into a ditch, and then promptly left me there, abandoned, one tire in the air [the back wheel had went into the ditch, teeter-tottering the Scout's front tire into the air, which, unfortunately, wasn't the one that was flat] so, with no choice and no other viable options, i spent the night in the Scout, huddled under the now oil-soaked blanket [stoopid leaking lawn mower], freezing my ass off. come day break, i woke to find an old man leaning against a fence post, right outside my passenger window. "Flat tire?" "yessir" "Stuck?" "yessir" "Got a spare?" "yessir, but i cant get out of the ditch to change it. trooper put me in here late last night, left me..." "Ayup, they'll do that" so, this man went and got his tractor and, using a tow rope, pulled me out of the ditch and helped me change my tire. i gave him the lawn mower and headed for home. i ran out of gas shortly thereafter...

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