I got started on the tear-off of my old concrete tile over the weekend. It’s going easy, way too easy, scary easy. I was expecting to be breaking tiles and pulling nails. But a lot of them I just pick up by hand one after the other. I’m real glad I decided to do this, because on this 7 in 12 slope, it wouldn’t take much of a shake to turn this roof into a tile avalanche.
— J.S.
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And now lots of stuff. Demo sheathing and termite eaten rafters. Replace termite eaten top plates and rafters, add more rafters to get 12" centers instead of existing 24". Sheath with new plywood, then new copper gutters and standing seam copper. This will reduce the dead load at the top of the structure by about a ton and a half, always a good thing in earthquake country.
-- J.S.
Here are some pix of the roof after half a day's work. What I did on Monday was so easy that I may be well enough recovered to work on it again on Friday.... ;-)
-- J.S.
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John,
Born in Fontana. (Or Ontario, can't remember which.) We lived in a house with roof tiles. Back in the 50's. I can remember my mom not letting us play next to the house; guess the tiles had a reputation even back then.
Anyway, one hot day as my brother and I were playing in the dirt out back, we heard a rumble followed by a thump. Searched and sure enough, found a roof tile nearby. We didn't go too near the house after that.
Hmmm..... Rumble and thump. At 26 ft to the eaves, I have a sort of a long pause between the rumble and the thump. Do you have any memory of what the slope was on that roof?
-- J.S.
It was in the late 50's, maybe 1958 or 59. I don't know about the roof pitch, and the memory isn't as clear as it once was, all I can remember is hearing the noise and finding the tile, and glad I wasn't near when it dropped. I also remember the alvocados rotting in the backyard. My brother and I would step on them, the meat oozing between our toes. Simpler times. Sometimes I wonder how we survived. And actually, some did not.
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