I fear a certain amount of castigation, but I have to say that there's a touching faith in some of these posts.
"Well, if it looks like a baffle, it's a baffle, innit? Anyway. What do these professional tank-makers and science graduates know anyway? It's all theory to them, innit? Yeah. What do they know? Yeah, don't know what the real world's like, do they? All ivory towers and tweed jackets."
"Yeah. I reckon I could do a better job wif an IBC and a load of land drain. Stands to reason, dunnit? Free surface? Cor. What do they know anyway?"
"Yeah. Pack it tight enough and it'll work. I knew a guy once who made a bed frame out of scaffolding. Must've worked cos he had loads of kids."
"Yeah. It looks like a baffle, dunnit? So it's a baffle."
"Innit?"
With an unbaffled or incorrectly baffled tank, if you have to swerve and brake in a hurry, you'll roll.
Oh, for pity's sake. You cannot now claim ignorance. Buy a proper tank and do the job properly - and safely.
patronising little muppet aren't you
Castigation - probably well-deserved, though.
I'm truly sorry if you feel offended. I hadn't intended that to happen. It was written tongue very firmly in cheek.
Having said that, if I were in your shoes, I'd feel cross as well.
But I still feel that I have to say that just because it looks like a baffle doesn't mean that it IS a baffle - and that's the whole point.
These things are carefully designed by certified and qualified engineers and then checked by other engineers. They have to do all sorts of calculations to make sure that the liquid flowing under the baffles won't go at a frequency to set up a resonance which will make everything fall apart. They are made by skilled men using correct tools and out of certified materials and then, finally, inspected by miserable, but highly skilled, old codgers like my next door neighbour.
Baffled tanks are NOT thrown together in a garage out of recycled bits gleaned from farms and factories.
And there are perfectly sound reasons for that. And I want my kids to be able to play in the street without the fear of them being crushed to death because some window cleaner decides to do a flick roll in a badly loaded van instead of doing a safe emergency stop.
I'm becoming quite cross, I'm afaid, and I don't care for being cross.
My contribution to this debate is now over.