Tire Flipping WTF

I just don’t get it. What the fuck is the challenge here? The fucking tire doesn’t even have a rim in it so it’s not that heavy. And for those trainers that advocate flipping tires for GPP, mechanics don’t fucking flip tires around.

I don’t even want to get into strongmen competitions. Tires are fucking work and I’m not talking about the fucking gay ass tires on your good job fucking yourself because you were smart by buying a Honda Accord and now you’re in the fucking unemployment line asking why shithead tires.

I’m talking about the tires on P23 firetrucks that decide to come in to my heavyshop at 1600 on a Friday after the mosquito winged Airman ran over something any other human being in the know universe could have avoided to include Stevie Wonder when he made shitting albums with Paul Mcbeatle.

First get out the fuckin’ 3/4 impact to get the lugs off then get the damn wheel off. So now your done right. Fuck no, now get out the slide hammers and various other instruments of destruction because now we have to get the fucking tire off the rim.

After a fair amount of bashing and hammering and cursing you break the bead, get the ring out (split rim) and get the tire off the rim. Oh my fucking god, don’t imply simplicity because of my terse description, you have no idea. Now you sweating, eh. The grime from the days work just makes it all the better.

The grease on your gloves saturates your hands and gets in your broken blisters or your ripped callous. And you haven’t even gotten the new tire on yet, but that doesn’t stop people with birds and stars on their collars inquiring why you are not done yet, fuck, the only way to make these assholes happy is you fixed the problem before it happened.

You flip the heavy ass rim over, throw the tire on, throw the o-ring on, and fight the split rim components in there somehow…somehow. Fight the ring, oh wait, it just flew off and whacked you in the ribs, bounced off your boot, and hit your knee.

Suck it up bitch. Crash 12 is down. Fuck you. Without missing a beat, you get the ring on. You’re about to mount the tire to the firetruck, but then you notice it’s leaking gear oil all over the ground from the hub. The fucked up tire some how hurt the hub…

So fine, you finish, you hit the base gym and knock out a workout, but because of time constraints you are wearing jeans, boots and an Army t-shirt with the sleeves cut off only to have some assclown from services tell you you are not wearing proper at-tire.

What the hell, I got tire all over me;) Fuck him, I’m a civil servant, not a fucking airman and keep working out.

put it in her butt?

Paragraphs.
I’m going to go cross eyed just trying to read that giant mess of words and letters.

[quote]Rattler wrote:
Paragraphs.
I’m going to go cross eyed just trying to read that giant mess of words and letters.[/quote]

Wow, that is a lot of words I wrote, but it is just one paragraph worthy.

Pancakes. I used to think waffles for flavor and texture, but I realized that not only are pancakes much easier to make in large quantities, but I can eat many more before filling up.

Pancakes FTW.

So, is this your first time doing meth?

Wow! Is that a post barf? I heard they existed, but I had never seen one before.

it’s fun, and you get a tire big enough to be a challenge, like at least 600lbs

[quote]mechanicsteve wrote:
I just don’t get it. What the fuck is the challenge here? The fucking tire doesn’t even have a rim in it so it’s not that heavy. And for those trainers that advocate flipping tires for GPP, mechanics don’t fucking flip tires around.

I don’t even want to get into strongmen competitions. Tires are fucking work and I’m not talking about the fucking gay ass tires on your good job fucking yourself because you were smart by buying a Honda Accord and now you’re in the fucking unemployment line asking why shithead tires.

I’m talking about the tires on P23 firetrucks that decide to come in to my heavyshop at 1600 on a Friday after the mosquito winged Airman ran over something any other human being in the know universe could have avoided to include Stevie Wonder when he made shitting albums with Paul Mcbeatle.

First get out the fuckin’ 3/4 impact to get the lugs off then get the damn wheel off. So now your done right. Fuck no, now get out the slide hammers and various other instruments of destruction because now we have to get the fucking tire off the rim.

After a fair amount of bashing and hammering and cursing you break the bead, get the ring out (split rim) and get the tire off the rim. Oh my fucking god, don’t imply simplicity because of my terse description, you have no idea. Now you sweating, eh. The grime from the days work just makes it all the better.

The grease on your gloves saturates your hands and gets in your broken blisters or your ripped callous. And you haven’t even gotten the new tire on yet, but that doesn’t stop people with birds and stars on their collars inquiring why you are not done yet, fuck, the only way to make these assholes happy is you fixed the problem before it happened.

You flip the heavy ass rim over, throw the tire on, throw the o-ring on, and fight the split rim components in there somehow…somehow. Fight the ring, oh wait, it just flew off and whacked you in the ribs, bounced off your boot, and hit your knee.

Suck it up bitch. Crash 12 is down. Fuck you. Without missing a beat, you get the ring on. You’re about to mount the tire to the firetruck, but then you notice it’s leaking gear oil all over the ground from the hub. The fucked up tire some how hurt the hub…

So fine, you finish, you hit the base gym and knock out a workout, but because of time constraints you are wearing jeans, boots and an Army t-shirt with the sleeves cut off only to have some assclown from services tell you you are not wearing proper at-tire.

What the hell, I got tire all over me;) Fuck him, I’m a civil servant, not a fucking airman and keep working out. [/quote]

[quote]threewhitelights wrote:
Pancakes. I used to think waffles for flavor and texture, but I realized that not only are pancakes much easier to make in large quantities, but I can eat many more before filling up.

Pancakes FTW.[/quote]

This young lady would concur, and would probably kick the shit out a heard of chimpanzees as she has no balls, super human strength, and small fingers!

I remember when I had my first beer…

[quote]threewhitelights wrote:
Pancakes. I used to think waffles for flavor and texture, but I realized that not only are pancakes much easier to make in large quantities, but I can eat many more before filling up.

Pancakes FTW.[/quote]

Waffles > Pancakes.

Chocolate waffles = godly.

[quote]RebornTN wrote:
threewhitelights wrote:
Pancakes. I used to think waffles for flavor and texture, but I realized that not only are pancakes much easier to make in large quantities, but I can eat many more before filling up.

Pancakes FTW.

Waffles > Pancakes.

Chocolate waffles = godly.[/quote]

+1 (And it’s the only opinion that matters.)

Pancakes and waffles are like comparing Stallone’s physique between Rocky 2 and 3. Sure, there was some fluff and texture in the original two, but he really reached that ‘elite’ level when he went for the cuts.

have you ever flipped a tire that wasn’t a car tire? something that goes on a tractor or a really big truck? I’m guessing not.

Ok, that was my reaction to your 1st paragraph. Then you go on to totally contradict yourself. are you retarded?

[quote]js385787 wrote:
it’s fun, and you get a tire big enough to be a challenge, like at least 600lbs

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No doubt that it is a challenge.

[quote]mechanicsteve wrote:
js385787 wrote:
it’s fun, and you get a tire big enough to be a challenge, like at least 600lbs

No doubt that it is a challenge.
[/quote]

600lbs = significant challenge.

Though, what kind of truck does a tire that big go on, that you can get it locally?

[quote]RebornTN wrote:
mechanicsteve wrote:
js385787 wrote:
it’s fun, and you get a tire big enough to be a challenge, like at least 600lbs

No doubt that it is a challenge.

600lbs = significant challenge.

Though, what kind of truck does a tire that big go on, that you can get it locally?[/quote]

Well where I was living, next to a gypsum mine, they have tires between 600-700lbs - 2200lbs, I got one of the smaller ones, they even loaded it on my truck for me with crane truck. had dozens of them. I duno what kind truck specifically, but they use them for those big tonka trucks and other mining equipment

I’m not sure which phrase is appropriate, so I intend to use many of them, in hopes that one will kill the beast.

TUBE STEAK BOOKIE!

SQUATS AND MILK!!

CARROTZZ!!!

TRY HITTING HER!!!

LIGHTWEIGHT BABY!!!

PICS OR IT DIDN’T HAPPEN!!!

I can’t answer unless you post pics with the tire next to a shoe.

[quote]Otep wrote:
I’m not sure which phrase is appropriate, so I intend to use many of them, in hopes that one will kill the beast.

TUBE STEAK BOOKIE!

SQUATS AND MILK!!

CARROTZZ!!!

TRY HITTING HER!!!

LIGHTWEIGHT BABY!!!

PICS OR IT DIDN’T HAPPEN!!!

I can’t answer unless you post pics with the tire next to a shoe.

[/quote]

Yea, then we can tell how much BF% the tire has.

I wonder if the tire has magic abilities like granting wishes and housesitting while I go on a surf trip?

[quote]RebornTN wrote:
mechanicsteve wrote:
js385787 wrote:
it’s fun, and you get a tire big enough to be a challenge, like at least 600lbs

No doubt that it is a challenge.

600lbs = significant challenge.

Though, what kind of truck does a tire that big go on, that you can get it locally?[/quote]

pretty dark pic, but you could put up to 1000lb tire on any truck i’d imagine. I had crane truck put this on my little s10, but also moved it with 2 other guys by lifting it up on to tailgate and rolling it on.