Yikes...

I've got two responses to your question.

1. Every year I go through Hazcom and Health & Safety training for my job. The example they almost ALWAYS use to illustrate how consumer chemicals aren't required to put REALLY BAD stuff on their product labels is greatstuff foam.

There are several ways for evil chemicals to get into us. Most of this is common sense if you stop to think about it. Big stuff can be stopped by the propper gloves. Goggles are always a good idea. Large dust can be stopped by a disposable paper mask (if you wear it properly)... etc. Smaller particles? Respirators with particulate filters. Spray painting? Respirator with an Organic vapor filter. However, you shouldn't wear a respirator unless you've had a PFT (pulmonary functions test) to see if your body is up to the extra stresses of using your lungs to open and close valves.

Blah blah blah..

Anyway. I went through all that to get to this. If you request the M.S.D.S. (material safety data sheet) from the manufacturer of "Great Stuff" foam. They suggest a "supplied air" system. THAT'S FREAKIN' SCUBA GEAR! No respirator cart. can keep that stuff out of you. It's pretty bad stuff. Makes me angry that they aren't required to put that on the label in HUGE letters.

I'll stop this little rant before I get into the legal crap about how something gets tested "toxic" or "non-toxic"...

At long last
response #2

I bought a used F#$d to use as a winter salty roads driver. It looked fine and everything worked for a couple years. I later discovered that I was driving the masterpiece of a very clever sculptor. My rocker panels were almost entirely composed of Greatstuff with a skim coat of bondo. To his credit, they held up great for about 2 years, but after that first little hole... I had footlong chunks falling off the bottom of my fjord exploder for a few months.

Hey... the ground clearance keeps improving *grin*

-Joel


'52 3800 Panel
School bus conversion... Glass all around. (check the gallery!)

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