The closet in my bedroom is the only one in the house without an outside wall that the sun hits so it keeps the most constant temperature in the house. Because of this it has become my ageing locker so to speak.
Well going through and looking at everything last night I realized that there was an unlabeled keg in the back and I had no idea what was in it.
So grabbing my picnic tap I decided to pull a glass and see what it was. It has evidentially been back there happily fermenting away for quite some time. Even though I had a hose clamp on it, it blew the little black tap of the end of the hose. The next thing I knew I had 3 feet of plastic hose spewing out beer under enormous pressure, flopping around like a wounded snake. I have no idea what the pressure was, but would of given any fire hose a good run for the money.
I've bleed the tank 3 or 4 times to the point that foam was coming out of the bleeder valve and it still is under enormous pressure.
Well needless to say I was soaked, so was every piece of clothes I have. It sprayed all over the inside of the closet not only drenching all my clothes, but also all my linens. It foamed the front of my dresser eight feet away and beer ran into all of the drawers, it spewed like a demented porn star all of the walls, the ceiling, and my bed on the other side of the room. It got the computer, the filing cabinets and don’t even think about the carpet.
It sprayed out of the bedroom and all over the hall, bathing the dog in the process, at least beer is supposed to be good for hair. The dog then proceeded to run out an roll on the living room carpet. It continued across the hall and through the bathroom door the far wall of the bathroom was coated in beer and I measured it, 22 feet.
Today had been laundry day.
I’m just now starting to be able to laugh about it, maybe tonight the pressure will be low enough I can actually find out what I have.
Cheers, it think
Jay
Well going through and looking at everything last night I realized that there was an unlabeled keg in the back and I had no idea what was in it.
So grabbing my picnic tap I decided to pull a glass and see what it was. It has evidentially been back there happily fermenting away for quite some time. Even though I had a hose clamp on it, it blew the little black tap of the end of the hose. The next thing I knew I had 3 feet of plastic hose spewing out beer under enormous pressure, flopping around like a wounded snake. I have no idea what the pressure was, but would of given any fire hose a good run for the money.
I've bleed the tank 3 or 4 times to the point that foam was coming out of the bleeder valve and it still is under enormous pressure.
Well needless to say I was soaked, so was every piece of clothes I have. It sprayed all over the inside of the closet not only drenching all my clothes, but also all my linens. It foamed the front of my dresser eight feet away and beer ran into all of the drawers, it spewed like a demented porn star all of the walls, the ceiling, and my bed on the other side of the room. It got the computer, the filing cabinets and don’t even think about the carpet.
It sprayed out of the bedroom and all over the hall, bathing the dog in the process, at least beer is supposed to be good for hair. The dog then proceeded to run out an roll on the living room carpet. It continued across the hall and through the bathroom door the far wall of the bathroom was coated in beer and I measured it, 22 feet.
Today had been laundry day.
I’m just now starting to be able to laugh about it, maybe tonight the pressure will be low enough I can actually find out what I have.
Cheers, it think
Jay
