Originally posted by Nekojin
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The steps were crumbling, simply because the owner's son didn't do it right. He was a "contractor" and thought he could fix them. By my neighbor's accounts, he was drunk out of his mind 24/7, and poured the concrete in subzero weather. Result? While the outside looked OK, what was underneath...really wasn't. What was supposed to be solid concrete was powder! The cold had frozen the water. As if that wasn't enough, there were all sorts of odd rocks and old bricks thrown in to keep the cost down. After having a huge chunk fall out of the steps one afternoon...I tore them out with a pickaxe and sledgehammer. Hauled that shit away, and had them replaced last year. Expensive, but well worth it. The job is done right, and I shouldn't have to worry about it.
The electrical problems were a bit more serious. I could have easily been fried, had I attempted to plug a computer into one of the basement outlets. At least one was wired backwards, others weren't even grounded, and one more was actually grounded...to the metal 'raceway' it was set into Again, the home inspector saved my ass. Sure, I had to hire an electrician, and have him replace (I opted to upgrade things to 3-prong plugs everywhere) the sockets, but again, money well spent.
As for the furnace, if that hadn't been inspected, the carbon monoxide issues would have killed me. A cracked heat exchanger would have filled the entire house with undetected fumes, slowly killing me. Getting that taken care of involved replacing the entire furnace...cost of which was picked up by the seller.
When I bought my place, there was no law about getting a home inspector. At the time, it wasn't required. No regulations then either--any idiot with a pickup truck and some tools could claim to be a "home inspector." Even now, with regulations, there are still some dodgy ones about. Best thing in that case, is to use Angie's List, or get a recommendation from someone you trust. In my case, it was my realtor who put me in touch with someone. Normally, you have to be careful in such situations. But, I'd known my realtor for 30 years--he and his late wife (she died in '98 from cancer) owned the salon in the neighborhood.
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