Free gravel is so busted compared to the rest. Gravel’s one of those things that you don’t need often, but someone in any town on any given day will need some.
You could undercut every single other gravel business. Even if the competition lowers their prices dramatically, they can’t go lower than their costs. Meanwhile, you have absolutely no costs on material. Gravel monopoly.
Ah, the ancient proverb. “May thine abode be buried so significantly in granite that thy’ll required services of a feline predator to findeth thou stoop.”
To be fair, I think AESOP might have written a few stranger things.
And do you create matter from nothing or do you relocate preexisting gravel?
I see a way to virtually free unlimited energy here with the use of gravity batteries.
Drunk as a skunk, Rumba stood in the parking lot, staggering, freshly jilted. Arms raised in the air. Crying, screaming, and laughing maniacally, he urged all the magic showers of stone. They would pay. They would all pay. And he would pay too. But it seemed a small price. The stars begin to twinkle and to procure your passion. The moon, in its full glory tonight, grew by its third in just seconds.
The stars seemed to wink out of existence. First, a couple at a time, then in large swaths. They weren’t gone, but obscured. A few minutes after the last star disappeared from the sky, it was replaced by something wonderful, something magical. Before its impending death, the earth would be subject to it’s last and most amazing light show.
New stars seemed to faintly appear, but they were wrong, beautifully wrong. And they seemed to move, but as they did, they traced magnificent lines in the sky.
He grit his teeth shouldered the cosmic burden once more, as he also dug in his heels and pulled fantasitcally once more at the heavens, demanding the sky come. The lines turned into stripes. The stripes turned into an ever-increasing glow. But he didn’t summon just enough gravel to end the earth. He summoned gravel for hundreds of thousands of miles. Soon, the moon would be just another layer in the crust, and still the gravel would fall. Long after humanity had breathed its last breath, the gravel would still fall. The inner planets and the sun would soon dance an intricate path, and they would eventually merge together with the sun itself. But still, the gravel would fall. Not until some centuries later, once the sun had increased to about 20 times its original mass, would the black hole form that would slowly engulf the rest of the known galaxy.
Bet I could retire in a year, two at the outside. Have customers pick up at deep discount until I could get a pair of heavy trucks and drivers, pure gravy from there on out.
I imagine this working in a monkey’s paw kind of way. First, the local gravel suppliers just keep mis-delivering things to places where you happen to be. Then they start talking and figure out how to get rid of you so you stop costing them so much business. You survive, skip town, only to start again. You get incredibly wealthy from re-selling all this free gravel. Eventually, mountaintops start dissapearing due to all the illegal quarrying going on…
Free gravel is so busted compared to the rest. Gravel’s one of those things that you don’t need often, but someone in any town on any given day will need some.
You could undercut every single other gravel business. Even if the competition lowers their prices dramatically, they can’t go lower than their costs. Meanwhile, you have absolutely no costs on material. Gravel monopoly.
If there are no limits of scale or delivery, i think it’s OP.
cut me off? I’m gonna follow you at a disance and summon 50 tons of gravel around your car.
File an HOA complaint on me? You’re going to need a bobcat to find your front door.
Can i summon it anywhere without going there? You know how hard it is to get rid of gravel?
I forgot that was a brand of front loaders for a second, and my brain went on a whole trip trying to figure why you’d need a bobcat.
Ah, the ancient proverb. “May thine abode be buried so significantly in granite that thy’ll required services of a feline predator to findeth thou stoop.”
To be fair, I think AESOP might have written a few stranger things.
;)
And do you create matter from nothing or do you relocate preexisting gravel? I see a way to virtually free unlimited energy here with the use of gravity batteries.
Drunk as a skunk, Rumba stood in the parking lot, staggering, freshly jilted. Arms raised in the air. Crying, screaming, and laughing maniacally, he urged all the magic showers of stone. They would pay. They would all pay. And he would pay too. But it seemed a small price. The stars begin to twinkle and to procure your passion. The moon, in its full glory tonight, grew by its third in just seconds.
The stars seemed to wink out of existence. First, a couple at a time, then in large swaths. They weren’t gone, but obscured. A few minutes after the last star disappeared from the sky, it was replaced by something wonderful, something magical. Before its impending death, the earth would be subject to it’s last and most amazing light show.
New stars seemed to faintly appear, but they were wrong, beautifully wrong. And they seemed to move, but as they did, they traced magnificent lines in the sky.
He grit his teeth shouldered the cosmic burden once more, as he also dug in his heels and pulled fantasitcally once more at the heavens, demanding the sky come. The lines turned into stripes. The stripes turned into an ever-increasing glow. But he didn’t summon just enough gravel to end the earth. He summoned gravel for hundreds of thousands of miles. Soon, the moon would be just another layer in the crust, and still the gravel would fall. Long after humanity had breathed its last breath, the gravel would still fall. The inner planets and the sun would soon dance an intricate path, and they would eventually merge together with the sun itself. But still, the gravel would fall. Not until some centuries later, once the sun had increased to about 20 times its original mass, would the black hole form that would slowly engulf the rest of the known galaxy.
Bet I could retire in a year, two at the outside. Have customers pick up at deep discount until I could get a pair of heavy trucks and drivers, pure gravy from there on out.
I imagine this working in a monkey’s paw kind of way. First, the local gravel suppliers just keep mis-delivering things to places where you happen to be. Then they start talking and figure out how to get rid of you so you stop costing them so much business. You survive, skip town, only to start again. You get incredibly wealthy from re-selling all this free gravel. Eventually, mountaintops start dissapearing due to all the illegal quarrying going on…
This is much easier to do the monkey paw routine by saying "you get one free piece of gravel per 100 years.:
Not to mention the transport cost, and the usefulness of gravel as fill material on major building and infrastructure projects.