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Honda Water Pumps: The Best Water Pumps for Commercial and Agricultural Use

The water pump is an electronic machine used in the supply of water. It works by pumping water from a source of water and supplying it to another point by increasing the pressure of water. Honda Water Pumps are used not just in India but throughout the globe for the supply of water for municipal, agricultural, industrial, or residential use. Let us look at the types of pumps from Honda and the area of use that has made them the best pumps for all kinds of water supply.

WB30XD Water Pumps 

Providing up to 1,100 liters of discharge volume per minute at 23 meters head, the 3-inch model WB30XD meets the economical, timely, and effective irrigation needs of plains farmers with best in class performance. This allows it to supply water from ponds, canals, borewells, and other types of water bodies, enhancing their productivity. It is a self-priming Petrol Water Pump For Agriculture. 

WB20XD Water Pumps 

The 2-inch category model from Honda, the WB20XD, produces water with the best performance in its class up to 32 meters head and 670 liters per minute of discharge volume along with self priming technology. It meets the irrigation and carrying needs of farmers in hilly regions despite weighing only 24 kg. The greater performance, reliability, and portability of the Honda Advanced 4-Stroke Technology OHV Petrol Engine supports it.

WB15X Water Pumps 

Honda Motor Co., a well-known Japanese company, collaborates with Indian manufacturers to produce Honda pump sets. They guarantee the most dependable performance by utilising the most cutting-edge 4-stroke and self-priming technology. The new Honda Petrol Water Pump sets cutting-edge Honda technology and comprehensive quality-control testing promise trouble-free operation year after year, saving you a lot of money on repairs.

WS20X Water Pumps

Honda Motor Co., a well-known Japanese company, collaborates with Indian manufacturers to produce Honda pump sets. They guarantee the most dependable performance by utilising the most cutting-edge 4-stroke technology. The most recent Honda technology and rigorous quality-control examinations conducted in the new Honda Portable Pump set ensure trouble-free service, year after year, saving you a lot on repair.

Honda Water Pump Applications in Various Sectors

With the continuous requirement of water, water pumps have become a necessity in various regions of the country. The water pumps are used in various sectors like agriculture, construction, and residential areas as well. Here are a few of the most common sectors where water pumps are required;

Irrigation for Agriculture

Effective water flow from pumps is essential to irrigation in agriculture. Farming productivity is increased by Water Pump Used In Agriculture by irrigating crops and clearing fields. It works well with crops that need plenty of water like kharif crops.

Building Sites and construction areas

Construction sites frequently experience water accumulation, which calls for efficient management. Honda water pumps are widely used on construction sites; the centrifugal and diaphragm versions are especially popular. These pumps dewater quickly by draining and throwing it out to another place, keeping the area and the workers safe and dry. 

Quick Prevention of Floods

Reliable water pumps are necessary for controlling and managing water levels during floods and other natural disasters. The high power motor of the Honda Petrol Water Pump helps in draining out the water from highly flooded or submerged areas like water from inside the house.

For Use in Homes or Societies 

Honda water pumps are helpful household appliances that may be used for everything from filling a flooded basement to maintaining a backyard pond. For a fantastic Honda pump price, their dependability makes them a reliable option for a range of home water management requirements.

Major sectors in India depend on Honda India Power Products' durable, efficient, and versatile water pumps. Honda pumps provide customers nationwide with the dependability and performance needed to meet their various water pumping needs, whether for residential, industrial, or agricultural use. Buy water pumps for your needs from Honda’s official website. 

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petrol pump kaise khole - कम्पनी के खर्च पर खोलें अपना पेट्रोल पंप

आपको इस लेख का टाइटल और इमेज देखकर ये लग सकता है कि यह लेख झूठा होगा। और आपको ऐसा लगना जायज़ भी है क्योंकि पेट्रोल पंप खोलना कोई छोटी-मोटी चीज़ नहीं है Read More

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A comprehensive range of high-quality stationary solutions for efficient and accurate industrial fluid management. EAST-MAN Industrial Oil Dispenser Machine is a self-contained Fuel/Oil Dispensing Pump that has been designed to meet the needs of fuel distributors whose customers require High Volume Metered Deliveries of Fuel into plant equipment, buildings sites, generators, boats, greenhouses and other industrial sites. Our automatic oil dispenser machine is ideal for vehicle fluid, gasoline, and oil are manufactured to dispense and transfer moderate to large amounts of fluids such as diesel fuel, coolant, power steering fluid, transmission fluid, and engine oil.

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Subsidy removal: the president orders review of palliative, demands public inclusiveness in the whole process

President Bola Tinubu on Tuesday ordered the immediate review of the proposed N8,000 to 12 million households in Nigeria for six months to cushion the effect of the petrol subsidy removal. In a statement issued by Dele Alake, Special Adviser to the President on Special Duties, Communications and Strategy, Tinubu also ordered that the whole range of the palliative package of the federal…

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Petrol dispenser machine price in India

The pricing of petrol dispenser machines can vary based on various factors such as the model, specifications, additional features, and the supplier or distributor you choose to purchase from. At Tatsuno India, we offer a range of petrol dispenser machines that are known for their reliability and advanced technology. Contact us or visit our website to inquire about the current petrol dispenser machine prices and discuss your specific requirements.

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Petrol stations ‘making huge profits by keeping pump prices too high in areas where there aren’t many rivals’

Petrol stations ‘making huge profits by keeping pump prices too high in areas where there aren’t many rivals’

FUEL firms stand accused of making big profits by failing to pass on falling oil prices to hard-pressed drivers.The competition regulator is set to investigate whether petrol stations are keeping prices Read Full Text

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music: her - unloved

word count: 1.7k

summary: the night shift at a remote petrol station sounded like easy double pay. but nights get lonely. you've gotta find something to keep yourself entertained.

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you brought this on yourself, really.

the pale blue of the bug zapper fought a contrast with the dying fluorescents, painting half the aisles in an eery, twilight movie shade. the heat of a high december night was creeping, clinging to your shitty polyester uniform as you camp out in front of the only standing fan.

you had begged for a job, pleaded for it really, in the wickedness of this economic climate. you had run, tail between your legs, from your local chain grocery at the sight of the price of an avocado, and thrown yourself at the feet of the next passing employer. like a squire to the knights of old.

you just hadn’t expected it would be this job.

the gatekeeper of one of the last vestiges of civilisation. the night shift at a deserted highway petrol station.

the flickering floodlights by the pumps fighting an uphill battle to keep the creeping night at bay, you can do nothing but stare, eyes adjusting, ‘unadjusting’, readjusting to the dark over and over again. you’d had a total of two customers since you took over from the day shift crew. one just threw a gatorade your way in exchange for the bathroom key.

the high beam headlights of an oncoming truck shake you from your fading thoughts, baking you into the linoleum tile as you squint, blind. asshole.

you’d been warned about truckers, briefly. handsy rednecks, your manager had called them in passing while giving you a tour of the storage room. desperate old fucks who crawl like dogs to anything with a hole.

you watch with an almost bated breath as the peeling yellow cabin of the long-haul truck pulls into park, your eyes following its jaunty movement through the glass of the front windows. you’re starting to think maybe you should have brought an illegal switchblade to work. if you had one.

you avert your gaze quick, grabbing at something from the magazine rack in desperate hopes to appear disinterested, unapproachable. 15 Ways to Homeschool Your Kids. sure, that works.

the bell above the door chimes, you spy the scuffed leather boots crossing the plastic tiling with heavy footfall. 

“y’got a lounge?”

standing at the counter, you have to admit, she’s not what you pictured when you saw the truck. not that what you see is at all worth of complaint.

a thin sheen of sweat clings to her, echoes of the heat of the road. her skin is flushed, the contour of her muscle sitting, almost man-made, in a thin, cotton singlet. her hair is tied tight, her features, sharp, discerning, eyeing you down. you try not to stare, too obviously, at the soft outline of her nipple piercings beneath her shirt.

“hm?” you’re distracted.

“a lounge, darl. trucker lounge?” she repeats slowly with a bite of a smirk, looking at you like you were only a little bit stupid. your stomach drops with the honey of the nickname.

your eyes dart around the small space of the shop. you barely had space for the 3 aisles and the dingy bathroom. you clear your throat, trying to shake the feeling of fascination, “oh — uh, nah.”

she scoffs, a wicked, small laugh, before retreating to browse the snack section.

you watch her, when you think she isn’t looking. small, caught glimpses in your feigned disinterest. she’s been on the road long, a tension in the broadness of her shoulders obvious as she readjusts her posture, eyeing the chips. you try bury whatever rears its head in your stomach when you hear her groan as she squats to better see the canned fruit. a roughness in her voice, lead with age and smoke.

you drop your reading material and smile, tight lipped, polite, as she approaches the counter. a cold meat pie and a ginger beer.

"and uh — pack'a rothmans, thanks, love.”

you nod, turning to wrestle with the rusting cigarette cage behind the counter, when you hear her chuckle, breathy and deep as she talks,

“y’look a little young to have kids.”

spinning back so quick you make yourself dizzy, you swipe the shitty magazine off the counter, discarded and unimportant, “nah, i… i was just bored.”

she rakes her eyes over you, slow, and you can’t help but feel the pull, magnetic, a knot in your stomach as she studies you. you feel caught in a trap, under her gaze. looking up at her, her looming presence is becoming all too real.

you slide the pack of cigarettes over the counter, trapped meeting her eye. a smile, something sly, plays on her lips as she thanks you, moving to catch a breeze of the fan.

an uncomfortable beat of silence passes between you. well, it’s uncomfortable for you. no longer able to hide behind disinterest behind glossy paper, you instead wrestle with yourself to seem at least neutrally interested, not utterly obsessed. you wring your hands behind the shelter of the till.

the woman shakes a cigarette free from the pack, holding it between the skin of her lips. “you smoke?” she’s looking at you, through the corner of her eye.

no, never.

“uh, yeah.”

you follow her out the shop, tied to her artificial shadow in the fluorescents. something is crawling in the night, when you step outside. a cicada silence echoes across the gathering dirt and dust.

she offers you the cig she had been holding, you take it gingerly, holding it in your mouth as she holds her lighter up. she brings her hand to cup the flame, to keep the absent breeze from destroying it. you feel, just slightly, the brush of her calloused palms against the low of your cheek, and you pray that the navy hue of the bug zapper is enough to hide the heat on your skin.

smoke fills your lungs, foreign and quick, an itch inside you that feels impossible. you cough and splutter to the chorus of her raspy laughter.

“you haven’t smoked a day in your life.” she says with a lopsided smile, plucking the cigarette from your hand and bringing it to her lips, taking a long, constrastly confident draw.

you shake your head in between wheezes, “is that what everyone is always going on about?”

“you’ll get used to it, here,” 

she hands it back to you, you feel obliged to take it. to try again, as she so quietly commands. your second go is met with an only slightly irritating tickle in your throat.

“that’s it, good girl,” something that seems so unsure rolls off her like syrup, something you had never known you were so desperate for. her hand finds the small of your back, her fingers dancing circles in something akin to comfort, to praise.

you look up to find her eyes already on you, tracing the contours of your neck in icy blue form.

the smell of artificial pine and day-old dust clings to her, swallows you whole as you fall victim to her touch, light-headed and weak at the knees as her breath fills your lungs.

she’s nothing if not vocal, desperation falling from her lips in tortured moans as she presses herself into the crook below your jaw, drawing your soft skin beneath her teeth, softly licking the littered aftermath, a trail down your chest.

she’s quick to undress you, pulling impatiently at the scratchy fabric of your worn company polo shirt. she’s not phased by any forgotten need for privacy, for decency. she’s only here in passing, after all.

“oh, sweetheart,”

the lace of your bra is a temptation not lost on her, a delight she so happily indulges in after days on the road. in some perverted part of her mind, you wore it for her. maybe, in some cosmic, fated way, you did.

her hands snake down your body, helping themselves to the lux of your curves as her lips press, all-consuming, against yours. her fingers lightly spreading your legs, a mean chuckle souring the kiss.

she’s not at all easy, or kind, the way she pulls you open, watches you fall apart in the brutality of her control. she touches you like she aims to destroy you, her fingers working relentlessly to the pull of your walls, unheard to your pleas to — please, slow down.

“that’s it, darling. come on,” it’s sharp, delirious and oh so pleased to hear you, a whisper tickling the dip of your chest, watching you through the blonde of her eyelashes as you throw your head back, your body rocking to the rhythm she sets.

“p-please, fuck, jesus, fuck!” if she was any meaner, she would have laughed. but god, she’s distracted. driven mad by her own dripping need.

“you wanna come, baby? yeah, yeah?” she’s slowing down, and you chase her question with a desperate, shakey nod. “yeah, you do. come here.”

she takes your hand in hers, delicate, kind, a wicked contrast. under the guidance of her touch, you grip the stiff denim of her jeans, tender, unsure, until she leads you to the heat between her legs and you nearly melt. her hand goes to fiddle with her belt, her eyes finding yours, bleary, in the haze.

“think you can help me out, sweetheart?” she nods along with you, and you’re unsure if she’s copying you, or you are her.

“yeah — i can, please, please,” you whine, your hips still rutting a lazy pace against the now stagnant force inside you. your hand pulls, impatiently, at the waistband of her cotton boxers, pulling them down to sit unceremoniously at her hips.

“fuck, good girl,” she seethes at the languid circles you draw on her clit, gentle and paced, as you chase your own euphoria on her fingers, “come on,” a whisper, hot on your neck, “i’ll go faster if you do, darlin’.”

you pick up in a daze, so compliant to the whim of her demand, so desperate to feel her calloused fingers trace the tide against your centre. rushing that feeling, wretched to have her tear you apart.

her fingers rock against you without care, wrenching every ragged moan from the cut of your throat as her speed picks up, “that’s it, fuck, you feel so good, sweetness. keep — keep going.” hoarse whispers against your chest as she presses sloppy, undone kisses to the ghosts of your ribcage.

you watch, above the broadness of her shoulder, as a peak of the sun paints the horizon a muddy pink, your moans a soundtrack to the emptiness of the desert as you practically bounce on the stranger’s fingers, loud for your own release.

yeah, you lost your job.

⎯ kofi

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Part 2 of this one. Completed here!

You meet up with Fisherman Price for your first date.

E/MDNI

"This is your boat?” you asked, as he ascended the steps from below deck to greet you at the railing.

It was ancient. Rusted nearly through and decaying before your eyes. It creaked and groaned above the lazy waves of the River Mersey like a contrary, lumbering goose.

You’d lived along the bay your whole life. You’d thought you’d gone nose blind to the smells of low tide and petrol exhaust, but you couldn’t place the stench that radiated from the relic. Notes of wet tobacco and dead fish, perhaps?

“What’s the matter? She’s not pretty enough for you?” He wiped his grease covered hands on an equally greasy rag, defeating the purpose you thought, and reached up to help you board.

His grip was warm and firm as he helped the bag from your shoulder and caught you against his chest. His meaty palms on the backs of your thighs and his hot tongue down your throat was enough to momentarily distract you from your doubts.

You hooked your own arms around his neck, and the dampness of his sweat seeped through his shirt. It left you to wonder if he’d showered in anticipation of your visit, or if it would’ve even mattered in the end. He was filthy either way.

When he finally set you down, you nearly stumbled backwards from the absence of his steadying mouth. Instead, you let yourself fall forward, further into him.

“You look nice.” His eyes sparked with appreciation as he dragged his gaze from your bare legs back up to your face. “But, are you ready to get a little dirty?”

“What do you mean?” Suddenly apprehensive that you really did have wildly differing ideas of what constituted a date.

“You’re going to be my first mate for this trip. How good are you at following orders?” His hands had traveled to your hip bones, resting as if they were handles molded just for him.

“I’m not so sure I trust this thing in the open water.” Your eyes fell upon a hose pumping some kind of slurry off the side of the boat.

Best case scenario, it was some sort of waste. Worst case, it had a leak, and that pump was the only thing keeping it afloat.

“Oh, she’s fine. You don’t have to worry about her.” He rocked you up against him boldly, as if gauging your pliancy. Your soft edges fit perfectly in the crook of his thumbs.

“Then what do I have to worry about?” You teased, as you blew away an annoying wisp of hair that clung to the beading perspiration along your eyebrow.

The humid air, and your closeness to him, already had your pulse up and your pores working overtime to cool you off. You’d have done anything for a stiff breeze to ease the stickiness between your breasts and thighs. But there was no respite, not from the sun or the intensity of his hungry stare.

“The tides. We don’t have much time to waste if we’re going to make it back tonight.” He slipped a hand behind you to unhook the line from the dock’s cleat.

Being stranded out to sea with him overnight didn’t seem so terrible. Until you remembered the vessel upon which you were standing. You did a quick mental check for the last time you’d gotten a tetanus shot. Primary school?

“I’ve never worked on a boat before,” you confessed as you moved out of his way helpfully. “I just cook the fish, not catch them.”

"Try and relax. There's no such thing as a bad crew. As the Captain, it's my job to take good care of you."

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Refill

You are so relieved that you shout ‘yes’ to yourself when you see the distant glow and realise that it is a petrol station. It has been a few miles of winding country roads since your fuel warning had pinged, miles of trying to coast when you could, and you can’t believe your luck, especially given that you have been off the main roads.

You sigh in relief as you stand in the forecourt, watching the dials spin on the pump. Full tank, and hopefully a snack and maybe even a coffee to take with you. As you walk up to the garage you realise that there are a couple of people already in there, as well as the person behind the counter, which you think is surprising as the garage is in the middle of nowhere. As you push through the door, you also realise that there are no other cars parked outside.

The three men inside appear to have stopped speaking when you came in, but a reason you can’t name you feel very strongly that they weren’t speaking before then either.  One is standing near the counter, looking at nothing in particular. Another stands at the back, looking at nothing in particular. The man behind the counter is standing there, very still, looking at you. It strikes you that the three look very similar, short dark hair, quite tanned, same build, as if they were brothers.

“Pump two,” you say, and you know it is ridiculous as they all saw you. The man’s eyes flick down to the card machine, and the price is already showing. You hesitate, decide that you can well do without any coffee or a snack, and then tap your phone against it. “Thank you,” you say, and head for the door, every hair on your neck standing up. 

None of them move, but as you get into your car you feel watched. You don’t look back, but you drive away very fast.

You didn’t want to stare, you didn’t want to look at all, so you can’t be certain, and as time goes by you’ll convince yourself that you were just tired and overwrought. But a little part of you will still know, deep down, that you were right. None of the people in that garage blinked once, and you are fairly certain that none of them ever took a breath.

[eastmanmeters]

12v Diesel Pump with Meter: A Versatile and Convenient Fuel Transfer Solution

If you need to transfer diesel fuel, a 12v diesel pump with the meter is a great option to consider. This type of pump is easy to use and can be powered by a 12v battery, making it perfect for portable use. Additionally, the meter ensures that you are transferring the correct amount of fuel.

Benefits of a 12v Diesel Pump with Meter

There are many benefits to using a 12v diesel pump with the meter. Here are just a few:

Easy and convenient to use

Can be powered by a 12v battery

Accurate metering

Versatile & Durable

Applications of a 12v Diesel Pump with Meter

12v diesel pumps with meters can be used for a variety of applications, including:

Transferring diesel fuel from storage tanks to vehicles

Refueling generators

Dispensing fuel into containers

Filling storage tanks

Emergency fuel transfer

Eastman Meters: Your One-Stop Shop for Petroleum Tanker and Fuel Tanker Equipment

Eastman Meters is a leading manufacturer of oil/liquid measuring equipment/ systems, Petrol/ Diesel Dispensing Pumps and Spares, dispensing nozzles etc. We offer a wide range of 12v diesel pumps with meters to meet your specific needs. Our pumps are made from high-quality materials and are designed to last. Additionally, we offer a variety of accessories to make your fuel transfer job even easier.

How to Choose the Right 12v Diesel Pump with Meter

When choosing a 12v diesel pump with the meter, it is important to consider the following factors:

Flow rate

Pressure

Accuracy

Durability

Price

Eastman Meters: Your Partner in Fuel Transfer

Eastman Meters is committed to providing our customers with the highest-quality products and services. We are always available to answer your questions and help you choose the right fuel transfer solution for your needs.

Additional Tips for Using a 12v Diesel Pump with Meter

Always read the instructions carefully before using your pump.

Inspect the pump and hoses for any damage before each use.

Make sure that the fuel pump is properly connected to the power source.

Use the correct fuel hose for the application.

Never smoke or use open flames near the pump or fuel.

Always store the pump in a dry, safe place when not in use.

The 12v diesel pump with the meter is a versatile and convenient fuel transfer solution that is ideal for a variety of applications. It is easy to use, accurate, and durable. If you need to transfer diesel fuel, we encourage you to consider a 12v diesel pump with the meter from Eastman Meters. Contact us to get it now.

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