#gas dealership

[indgasagency]

Start Your Own Gas Agency Dealership | Profitable Business Opportunity

Looking to open a gas agency dealership? Explore the steps, requirements, and benefits of starting a gas agency dealership in your area. Get insights on licenses, investment, and support for a profitable venture in the LPG distribution sector!

[deathtodickens]

Helena: (whispering in myka's ear) You just say the word, my love.

Myka: (whispering back) Is this your idea of sweet talk?

Helena: (still whispering) I'm certainly excited about the prospect of avenging Leena's unjust murder.

Myka: (sighing) Just... play nice.

Helena: Nice was Leena's job. Abigail's taken it on just fine. Let's hope Artie doesn't murder her, too.

Myka: The Regents agreed, it wasn't him. They agreed that he wasn't himself. They've accepted that.

Helena: And I'm not a Regent. Nor are you. He wasn't himself? He wasn't anybody else either. Leena died by his hand for whatever decisions he made leading to the moment he... did what he did. How can you just..

Myka: (glaring)

Helena: (takes in a deep breath)

Myka: This is the warehouse, Helena. Artifacts do things to people. They play with your mind. We all know that risk. We all take it, every single day. It could have been any one of us. It could be. It has been.

Helena: If he had hurt you...

Myka: I know.

Helena: If he ever does.

Myka: I know.

Silence.

Myka: But I think, for now, we have reached our warehouse homicides quota. Right?

Helena: It doesn't have to be in the warehouse.

Myka: Helena.

Helena: Fine. I won't murder him.

Myka: That's all I'm asking.

Helena: For now.

Myka: I... okay, sure. I'll accept that.

[aethersflood]

was talking to my therapist today about how, assuming i learn to drive successfully and pass my road test, i'll be buying a car eventually and i was like "i've never imagined myself actually doing that. it feels like everyone else is allowed to do something like buy a car but i'm not" and then she asked if -- now that i was seriously considering it -- i had a better idea of what car i might want. i didn't give her an answer bc unfortunately this is what kept coming to mind

i'm only ever gonna be that guy in the apple. i wonder how much his monthly payments are. what's the insurance look like for that dude.

[shivags]

LPG Cylinder Handling and Storage Guidelines

Are you thinking about entering the LPG gas dealership industry? If so, it's critical to comprehend the value of treating and storing LPG cylinders properly. In this field, safety comes first, and following regulations is both a legal duty and a moral obligation.

1. Comprehensive cylinder inspection

Always conduct a comprehensive inspection of LPG cylinders before accepting or distributing them. Check for any damage—dents, rust, or otherwise—that would jeopardies safety. Cylinders that are damaged ought to be rejected and sent back to the supplier.

2. Safe Storage

Make sure the space you're using for storage is both safe and well-ventilated. To avoid rolling or falling, cylinders should be firmly chained and stored vertically.

3. No Smoking

Smoking should be outright forbidden near LPG storage facilities. Even the smallest spark can have terrible repercussions.

4. Fire Extinguishers

Make sure your team is trained to use fire extinguishers in an emergency and have them handy.

5. Training

Educate your staff on safe handling practices. They must be knowledgeable about the risks posed by LPG and how to react in an emergency or leak situation.

6. Leak Detection

Leak detection should be a priority if you want to make sure that any gas leaks are discovered and fixed very away. The upkeep of these systems must be ongoing.

7. FIFO Method

Use the "First In, First Out" (FIFO) approach to rotate the cylinders. This minimises the possibility of cylinders degrading over time by ensuring that older cylinders are used first.

8. Emergency Response Plan

Establish an emergency response plan that is well-documented. This should outline what to do in case of a fire, leak, or other emergency.

9. Compliance

Maintain current knowledge of all applicable laws and compliance requirements. Serious consequences for your dealership could result from non-compliance.

10. Customer Education

When customers buy LPG cylinders from your dealership, educate them on safe handling procedures. A safe consumer is one who is informed.

Conclusion

By placing a priority on safety when handling and storing LPG cylinders, you not only protect your staff and clients but also maintain the reputation and reliability of your LPG gas dealership. Following these recommendations is the first step toward obtaining safety, which is the basis of success in this sector.

[used-auto-usa]

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[honexjams]

anybody got tips for buyin a car when ure poor lol

[largemouthbassnation]

Lexus LS 500 One Year Later...

Link to the wireless CarPlay adapter: Here is a long overdue update on my ownership experience of my … source

[halfdeadfriedrice]

cannot escape the hellscape of driving to your dentist appointment while your Healthcare App beeps to remind you that you have a past due bill from the last appointment

[msrandonstuff]

the curse of liking to dance but being too lanky to do so in public

i look like this:

[unpeeled-human]

every time somebody talks about cyclists or cycling i get reminded at how self-centered and individualistic this society and culture are.

"its just a joke about how cyclists dont mind making people wait behind them!!" is...is that what...is that what you think is happening??

like, "its just a joke!! its a joke based around ideas im perpetuating!!!" we got that out of the way at least

but also, like. that is not. what is happening. they are opting for cycling as opposed to using a motor vehicle for many easily understandable reasons that any normal person should be able to come to

a bike doesnt cost upwards of thousands of dollars (or more if you're buying a car from a dealership and not getting used)

a bike doesnt require gas (or even charging, unless its assisted by an electric motor

exercise

can't drive/prefers not to due to certain disability

literally just fucking feels like it???

and for some reason the people in 4-5 metric ton vehicles that regularly reach speeds of 50-60mph are complaining about being stuck behind some AWFUL and INCONSIDERATE... man in his 40s going to work at the grocery store. or 17 year old biking to class. like are motorists just literally incapable of thinking of other people? its bewildering.

and for the record, in the majority of states the law specifically says that bicycles are legally defined as vehicles and cyclists are legally defined as drivers.

[kedreeva]

Well, I've had a bit of a rough week. A deer totaled my (new-to-me I've-only-had-it-a-year) car when it rammed headlong into to side of it on a dark back road, and set off the passenger side side airbags (on the doors, not the dashboard ones). Thankfully I was completely unharmed aside from ringing ears and it did not do a whole ton of damage running into the side of the car (as opposed to the damage that would have been done the other way around, if I had hit it), but unthankfully it hit the airbag sensors and the airbags going off made it unable to be repaired for less than the cost of the car. The deer did not even have the decency to drop dead on the spot so I could eat it, it took off running back into the woods (at least according to the guy behind me that saw it hit me, because personally I thought someone had fuckin' shot my car, because the airbags are apparently explosively powered and smell like gunpowder and smoke).

So, I've been away dealing with that and looking for another car. I was not in love with the Patriot, even though I stuck cool jurassic park stickers on it (rather, I stuck cool jurassic park stickers on it because I was not in love with it), and I was still badly missing my Liberty. So imagine my surprise when I found a new listing for a 2010 jeep liberty with nearly the exact same number of miles on it (70,139) as the patriot I just lost (70,106). It looked practically pristine, came with a clean bill of health from Carfax, and was within a few hours drive to go get. On top of that, it was listed as marked down because it was at non-same dealership that wanted space back, so it was less than the insurance payout. I still called, and I still asked them to do me better than what they had it up for, and the guy was SO busy explaining how much trouble it would be to give it to me for the price I asked with all the taxes and fees and stuff included but that he would valiantly go talk to his manager that I didn't get a chance to say I MEANT just the car price not including those things. So he came back with a price, I asked again for lower again if I could bring cash today (offering the price I wanted to pay total in the first place, had he stopped to listen) and they accepted it.

So, I drove down in my mom's car with her, and took him out for a spin. He drives like a new car. Whisper quiet compared to the lawnmower of car the Patriot was. Tight steering, gas, break pressures, good wheels, great pickup and go, rides high like my old Liberty did, huge backseat/trunk space for caging and hay and stuff. They had detailed the inside so it was pristine and even smelled like new car. Stunning little beast.

When I climbed in to drive home, I found a heads-up penny sitting on each front seat. I think probably the dealership guy put them there in reality, but I choose to believe that it was a peace offering from the universe. Or perhaps the car trying to tell me his new name: Lucky.

I managed not to cry about having a car so much like my good boy Colt back under my hands, but it was a close thing. Anyway, here's to the next 200k miles! Let's see if we can beat Colt's record :)

[shivags]

LPG Distributorship Profitable Business” - Why?

One cannot deny that the LPG gas industry is highly profitable. The main reason for that is LPG is becoming a daily essential. Not only in the residential houses, but also in commercial, and industrial sectors, these are very highly in demand. Hence, the trusted gas agency and LPG suppliers are always all set to welcome anyone interested in entering the LPG gas business. However, some challenges affect the profitability of this business.

So, if you are interested in joining the group, you should understand the ins and outs that will bring in more profit and vice versa!

1. Pricing of LPG gas

Almost every home in India owns an LPG connection for cooking. Hence, when LPG prices escalate it impacts people at large because they have to bear the cost of fuel. 

Nevertheless, the Government of India has launched a scheme for the sale of domestic LPG cylinders and subsidies that get credited into the individual’s bank account after the purchase. The subsidy scheme is the second hurdle on the supply chain as the amount of subsidy varies every month. 

Therefore, you should stay updated with the changing price of LPG and increase or decrease the supply chain depending on those statistics.

2. Increase in LPG demand

The LPG consumption has increased by 17%. The market share has reached to 3% and will keep growing depending on the local demand for LPG. The moment you are able to satisfy both the supply and demand of your products adequately, you will surely convert more people into your brand loyalists. 

3. Operational Expenditure 

You will need to be prepared to spend resources on things like safety measures, the proper training of your workers, the construction of an LPG gas go down, and the justification of the investment. You can get a finance operator or manage your own budget so you don't spend money unnecessarily here and there.

You may also like it: Owning A Private Gas Agency Dealership And Its Benefits

Conclusion

Do not worry and go ahead and operate a successful gas agency business.  Here you will discover more valuable opportunities than other businesses. Hence, stop wasting time and start utilizing the income-generating prospect!

[alotofpockets]

The car chronicles | Leah Williamson

Pairing: Leah Williamson x Reader

Request: Leah and rich reader where reader gift her a Rolls Royce because Leah just keeps grabbing hers and sometimes annoys reader so bad like reader need to go out urgently and her car is out of sight.

Woso masterlist | Words: 900

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Leah had left the house early this morning, she had a photoshoot to get to on the other side of London. You on the other hand had worked from home in the morning, needing to be at an out of office meeting later in the morning. 

You were the CEO of your own finance company, a business that you had built from the ground up, and was now one of the biggest finance firms in the country. It was safe to say you were doing quite well for yourself. You owned a small manor in the outskirts of London, giving you and your girlfriend a home away from all of the busybess you faced with your jobs in the city.  

When you were done preparing for your meeting, you packed everything you needed and headed to the garage. You open the garage door, only to find your Rolls Royce missing, “Fucking Leah.” You say under your breath as you make your way back into your home. Leah had taken a liking in taking your car whenever she pleased, while she had a car of her own in the garage she just seemed to like yours more. 

Leah: 😘

You take her car keys from their spot in the hallway, and make your way back to the garage, taking a moment to send her a quick text.

Y/n: Enjoying my car?

After rolling your eyes you pocket your phone, and drive off in Leah’s car. It had been happening more and more lately that your girlfriend would take your car without asking you, and it was getting kind of annoying by now. It wasn’t that you minded her taking it, just that her car definitely didn’t drive as nice as yours. 

You loved cars, and often had a new car in your garage. Though you were a big believer in not needing more than one car per person, so you always donated the old car to a family in need of a car, taking care of the insurance and first year of gas. 

This sparked an idea, so after your meeting you drove to one of your favourite car dealerships and made it happen. Leah would be home first, so you had some time to set your plan into motion. You knew you should probably not give in to her behaviour, but this would be a win-win situation, so would it really matter?

You drove home in Leah’s car, while one of the dealership employees followed you out with a new Rolls Royce on the back of a truck. After he unloaded the car in the driveway, you give him a generous tip for the help, before you head inside. 

Leah was sitting on the couch with her headphones on, so she hadn’t even heard the car getting unloaded, you thanked Dyson for their noise cancelling headphones for that one. Once you make it into her peripheral vision, she takes her headphones off, “Hi baby, how was work?” She smiles innocently, like she doesn’t know damn well that you would ask her about the car again. “Work was fine, getting there was less comfortable. Care to explain?” You tried to look stern, but how could you not break when she was looking at you with pleading eyes. So, instead of making her answer, you hold out your hand for her to take. “Come on, I want to show you something.”

Leah was confused why you were leading her outside, but then she saw an all black version of your car in the driveway, “Wow, it's beautiful.” She walks towards it to admire it. “Why did you get a new one? I thought you liked the one you have.” You smile, realising she has no idea. “I do like it, but it seems like someone else likes it too, since it keeps not being in the garage when I need it. I thought I would get you your own, so you will stop stealing mine.” Leah’s head shoots up, “Come again.”

You hold up and dangle the car keys in the air, “It’s yours.” Leah walks up to you with confusion ridden all over her face. “You’re saying that after I’ve been stealing your car, you are now giving me my own?” You nod your head, “Do you want it or not? Cause I can just give it to someone else if you don’t want it.” You tease. “Yes, yes I want it.” She hugs you, “Thank you so much, but you know you didn’t have to do this right?” You hug her back. “I know.”

Before she takes the keys from your hands, you tell her. “One condition, we’re donating your old one.” She nods eagerly, wanting nothing more than to take the new car for a test drive. “Of course, we don’t need more cars than people, I listen.” You chuckle and hand her the keys.

Leah loved the way the car drove, after driving it around for half an hour. You were just happy that she was happy, and the smile on her face was enough for you to know that this had been a good move.

She was very grateful for your gift, and thanked you profusely over the next couple of days, in more ways than just with words. She was loving the car, and from that point on your car was in the garage every time you needed it.

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[used-auto-usa]

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[octuscle]

Welcome to Overland!

Overland Park in Kansas. I really had to google it first. Where the hell did my father get the idea that I would really study here? I mean, I have offers from Stanford and Cambridge. I'm not going to Overland Park. Kansas! Sure, it might have been a good fit for my dad. My dad is the prototypical corn-fed athlete. He looks dazzling for his 42 years, still a cross so wide that my two younger brothers and I can hide behind it. His mullet is a bit of a show-off, if you ask me. But he seems to go down well with his customers. His car dealership is the biggest in the state. My two younger brothers both have petrol in their blood. They both want to get their MBAs at Overland Park. But I'm much more interested in law. And Harvard would be my dream for that.

Anyway, my father gave me a car for my 18th birthday. A super impractical Dodge RAM. Doesn't suit me at all. And the car came with a gas voucher and a voucher for a mall around the corner. Well, I hope they'll have a Brooks Brothers store. But I'm quietly guessing that they'll only have cowboy boots and plaid shirts… Okay, not to be ungrateful, I'm making the trip to Overland Park in the monster car. I'll also attend his alma mater's orientation event if I absolutely have to. But I'll sign up over my dead body!

The drive to Kansas wasn't so bad. I admit that the car is really huge and comfortable. But the closer I got to the Midwest, the less comfortable I felt. Guys with arms thicker than my legs asked me about the car at gas stations and rest stops. I have no idea how much horsepower it has… I'm not interested either. But here you're obviously only defined by your car. And most of the muscular rednecks here made no secret of the fact that they didn't begrudge me this car. It got even worse when I parked the car in front of the hotel in Overland Park… The valet service looked almost sympathetic when I got out of the car. Tomorrow I'd better take the bus to the information day at the university.

It's incredible how many people are interested in this pathetic campus. It's pretty full in the auditorium. The dean gives a speech that is as boring as the landscape here. And the faculty members either all look like they're coaches of the football team or gardeners on campus. Hillbillies. All of them! The professors introducing each faculty call on the potential juniors who have signed up on the list for that faculty. I didn't put a cross anywhere. All uninteresting for me. And so the auditorium empties out with each professor dragging a train of high school seniors behind him. And at some point, the auditorium is empty. Only three people are still sitting here. A redhead who spends the whole time reading a book. A skinny guy playing with his cell phone and me. I speak to the skinny guy. "No desire to go to Overland Park either?" "Not on your life. I'm not studying thousands of miles from the nearest decent opera." The redhead interjects, "And pretty much everything else you'd call civilization." We laugh and introduce ourselves. Erik, the redhead (how appropriate, I'm not joking), the skinny one is Brayden and I'm Callan. We start talking. Somehow we all have a similar fate. Either our fathers or our brothers studied here. We all have more artistic than sporting interests. We all want to study either in California or New England. Erik suggests that we go out and sit on campus. The weather is nice. It's a good idea. We're sitting in the sun talking when we suddenly hear a voice.

"Hey squad! Finally found you, fam! I've been straight up grinding and hunting all over this place to link up with my homies!" Towards us comes the epitome of everything I loathe about university. An unkempt muscleman, his greasy mullet tamed with a baseball cap on backwards, in a sweaty tank top. Four bottles of beer in his hand. He hands each of us a bottle and says "Yo, yo, yo, what up fam! The name's Ryder, my professor homie spilled the tea that there are three total bros up in here who ain't about that study life, and guess what? Yours truly got the task of keepin' it real with y'all. Haha, I'm the king of slacking off, ain't nobody got time for studying and whatnot. Let's kick back and chill, my dudes!" Ryder stinks of sweat. Disgusting. But somehow also hypnotizing. He opens his bottle and says "Cheers". As if in a trance, we open our bottles and say "cheers".

"Yo, fam, check it out, I'm gonna give you a lit tour of the campus, but not that lame-o typical stuff. Like, forget about the snooze-fest library or whatever. Bro, regular dudes walk in there and walk out looking like they just stepped out of a nerd convention with their thick glasses and wack sweaters. Let's bounce and hit up the real vibes, ya feel me?" Ryder almost chokes with laughter at his own joke, which Erik counters with a fist bump. What the…? "Yo, peep that cafeteria comin' up! It's legit crucial for gettin' in that dank protein intake, ya feel me? And bro, protein is like, the holy grail of gainz. That's the fuel for them epic protein farts, man! Rock on, get that fuel, unleash the beast!" As if on cue, he lets out a fart. Shit, that stinks. Erik laughs. And farts too. Shit, didn't he actually want to study piano? At the conservatory in Boston? Strange behavior for a pianist….

Ryder tells us to wait a minute. He runs into the cafeteria and comes back with four fresh cold bottles of beer. Shit, yes, the beer tastes good. I take a deep swig. And…. BUUUUURP! Ryder and Erik are laughing uproariously. Brayden looks irritated. And I reply ""Yo, it's gonna be, like, forever until those protein farts are unleashed. So, a real dude just gotta let out a mega burp, bro!" Erik and Ryder give me a high five. And Ryder says that he's about to lead us to the source of all protein farts.

You can smell the gym changing rooms before you see them. Erik and I take a deep breath. Brayden holds the sleeve of his jacket in front of his nose. "Yo, bro, it looks like we're getting closer to your second home, huh, Ryder? Watch out for the vibes!" says Erik. Ryder does a double bicep pose and says that Erik can fucking take it. Poor Brayden is standing right next to Ryder. His nose is basically right in the sweaty bush in Ryder's armpit. "Dang, I forgot my gear for the gym! I'm totally itching to pump some iron, man." comes out of his mouth. "Dude, no worries, at our next stop we'll totally score something way cooler for you to rock." says Ryder. "Yo, dude, spit it again - what's your name, pumpin' pal?" Braydon copies Ryder's double bicep pose. I didn't think he had muscles like that. "Yo, my dudes, I'm Beau, like, duh, isn't it obvious? I mean, come on, who else could it be, right? Beau in the hizzouse, representin' like a boss!" The two of them do a chest bump. Erik and I actually look at each other a little enviously. I mean, everyone wants to be best mates with Ryder, the hottest guy on campus.

"Yo, dudes, head to the most lit spot on the whole campus. And watch out! If you think it already smells like sweat and musk, you haven't seen anything yet!" We walk across the student parking lot towards the football field. Past my baby. Ryder raises his eyebrows appreciatively and says that you rarely see cars this cool here. I pose proudly: "Geez, check out this 410 horsepower beast with eight cylinders and 581 Newton meters of torque! My 6.7-liter monster needs that kind of power too. Rocking full leather interior, a massive 12-inch touchscreen infotainment system, and a killer 750-watt sound system with 17 Harman Kardon speakers. Damn, could never roll in a hybrid after this!" Ryder gives me a chest bump too. Shit, I'm in the club!

Erik thaws out when we're finally in the changing rooms of the football stadium. He takes a deep breath. "Yo, peeps! You feelin' me on this? This smell is like pure home vibes, amirite?" he says. Ryder points to the pile of dirty laundry in the corner. "Yo, dudes, wanna toss some balls around? Let's get our sporty vibes on and slay the game with our rad skills! Let's flex our muscles and show off our mad throwing game. Let's get that adrenaline pumping and have a blast on the field. It's gonna be lit, so don't miss out, fam! Let's do this!" He really doesn't have to say that twice. In no time at all, we're undressed and rummaging naked through our clothes for something to pass. Erik deliberately lets his cock swing for a very long time before putting it into an XXL urine and cum yellow jockstrap. Dude, that boy would make horses jealous! And he can impress Ryder. Out onto the pitch and with a well-directed throw he chases the ball the length of the pitch through the goal. Four-chest bump! Shit, we all can't wait to play for the college team!

"Yo homies, any more burning questions for your boy? The sickest crew on campus is definitely mine - Alpha Phi Alpha, baby! Don't stress, you guys are total Alpha bros, so of course you'll get in. If you're down, we're throwing a lit party at the frat house tonight. Crash on the couch if you want, solo, duo, trio… whatever floats your boat. Just remember, never make eye contact, that's like, no homo!" Beau asks where he can get a cold beer now. Rick has a mega boner. And I can't wait to suck him off right away. Unless Ryder beats me to it. Shit, I'm so proud to be a business major at the University of Kansas on the Overland campus. My dad will be even prouder.

"Yo, so you wanna join the sickest crew of all the raddest universities in the damn USA?" I love the information days on campus. Lots of hot fresh meat. And the premium meat belongs to Alpha Phi Alpha, just like us! "Yo, peep this dude with the sickest Mullet ever, that's my bro Beau. And check out the fiery buff dude over there, that's Rick, the top quarterback of the football squad for real. I'm Cletus, and we 'bout to show y'all the raddest spots on campus. But first, in honor of the hottest dude to ever grace this campus, let's crack open a cold one." We take a big sip. And burp "Ryder" loudly!