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.