Hello everyone!
I haven't visited these forums much since about a couple of weeks after I got my first PV (and Ego-T), but have just recently rediscovered them. In the 8 months since, the Ego-T batteries died on me after some questionable (that is to say, definitely imitation) atomizers leaked juice into them. Having quickly grown to love vaping, I decided that it was time to go for broke and get myself a ProVari, and man, have I never regretted anything less in my life. So I thought I'd share with you what I find to be my most dramatic vaping-related story to date.
About four months ago, I was on winter break. My girlfriend and I flew out to Wisconsin to visit my parents and, due to the mild winter, take advantage of all the wonderful outdoor activities that are not normally possible during a Wisconsin winter, such as not freezing to death.
On the night that the events of this particular story took place, she and I were relaxing in the family room, watching Child's Play, if I recall correctly. It got to about 3 am, and we were ready to hit the sack. I proceeded to gather up all the necessary items for the trip upstairs: cellphone, charger, blanket, e-juice, extra battery, ProVari, and a tall glass of ice water. Can you see where this is going? She made it up the stairs before me and subconsciously turned off the light. My toe caught the edge of the carpet, I stumbled, and heard a very distinctive *PLUNK*. It took me about 3 seconds to realize that my ProVari had decided to slide out from its neighboring items and go for a little swim. When I say "swim", I mean that the only thing still emerging above the surface was the drip tip on my Liquinator. The next 5 seconds were a maelstrom of cursing and animalistic growling as I emptied my arms of my belongings and furiously fished out my $200+ setup, followed by another 30 seconds of the same as I frantically unscrewed the battery cap and started shaking it out. A decent amount was coming out, and I was truly panicking. After a thorough wipe down with a a rolled up paper towel, my curiosity got the better of me, and I reassembled it. I pushed the button, and... glorious, glorious RY4 vapor rose effortlessly from the device, and I felt my heart start again. This thing has been dropped more times than I care to admit, and now completely submerged, and it has never missed a beat. Hats off to you, ProVape.
Anyone else have a near-ProVari-death experience?
I haven't visited these forums much since about a couple of weeks after I got my first PV (and Ego-T), but have just recently rediscovered them. In the 8 months since, the Ego-T batteries died on me after some questionable (that is to say, definitely imitation) atomizers leaked juice into them. Having quickly grown to love vaping, I decided that it was time to go for broke and get myself a ProVari, and man, have I never regretted anything less in my life. So I thought I'd share with you what I find to be my most dramatic vaping-related story to date.
About four months ago, I was on winter break. My girlfriend and I flew out to Wisconsin to visit my parents and, due to the mild winter, take advantage of all the wonderful outdoor activities that are not normally possible during a Wisconsin winter, such as not freezing to death.
On the night that the events of this particular story took place, she and I were relaxing in the family room, watching Child's Play, if I recall correctly. It got to about 3 am, and we were ready to hit the sack. I proceeded to gather up all the necessary items for the trip upstairs: cellphone, charger, blanket, e-juice, extra battery, ProVari, and a tall glass of ice water. Can you see where this is going? She made it up the stairs before me and subconsciously turned off the light. My toe caught the edge of the carpet, I stumbled, and heard a very distinctive *PLUNK*. It took me about 3 seconds to realize that my ProVari had decided to slide out from its neighboring items and go for a little swim. When I say "swim", I mean that the only thing still emerging above the surface was the drip tip on my Liquinator. The next 5 seconds were a maelstrom of cursing and animalistic growling as I emptied my arms of my belongings and furiously fished out my $200+ setup, followed by another 30 seconds of the same as I frantically unscrewed the battery cap and started shaking it out. A decent amount was coming out, and I was truly panicking. After a thorough wipe down with a a rolled up paper towel, my curiosity got the better of me, and I reassembled it. I pushed the button, and... glorious, glorious RY4 vapor rose effortlessly from the device, and I felt my heart start again. This thing has been dropped more times than I care to admit, and now completely submerged, and it has never missed a beat. Hats off to you, ProVape.
Anyone else have a near-ProVari-death experience?
It survived and I disposed the coffee just in case.
