Saw this trick on a program a few years back about these Icelandic nutters who drive around in some extreme conditions in their 4 x 4's with about 12psi in their tyres to get some grip. Anyway because of said pressure they quite often de-rim the tyres.

 

So this happened at the weekend to my err.... ride-on mower :) and I couldn't get it back on the rim. So remembering this program I got some lighter gas, gave a squirt in the tyre, stood back and lit the blighter. One bang later and it was inflated and on the rim :cool:

 

Most impressive, a bit more air pumped in and it's not gone down yet. Tyre felt slightly warm afterwards, but at least it worked and I've still got my eyebrows.

 

Gaz

LOL - saw that on Clarkeson the other night.

sounds like a good tip for Jason Farrow .. have you seen the size of his flippin tyres lol

i did the exact same thing to a ride on mower, but with a can of lynx. and it worked a treat.

:bow:

Wish I'd seen that - it could have gone horribly wrong!

 

BTW, I always keep a can of Lynx and a lighter to hand when walking in dangerous woodlands.

and so you should you never know when your tyres might go flat!

PMSL :duffer: :duffer:

 

Or see a pretty girl, need to freshen up, then light her ciggy to woo her.

PMSL :duffer: :duffer:

 

Or see a pretty girl, need to freshen up, then light her ciggy to woo her.

 

last time i did that she stubbed the fag out on the top of my head :cry:

last time i did that she stubbed the fag out on the top of my head :cry:

 

Meeting women in dodgy woodlands is fraught with problems but the rewards are high. :dance: :rofl: :duffer:

the one i see there all have metal detectors, i wonder if you can attract them with prince albert lol

PMSL!

Or a guiche? (not a quiche - totally different thing!)

One for the ladies! ;)

you might find some quiche under the guiche tho lol

Meeting women in dodgy woodlands is fraught with problems but the rewards are high. :dance: :rofl: :duffer:

 

 

Hmmmmm reminds me of an old joke........

 

The finals of the National Poetry Contest last year came down to two

finalists, one was a Duke University Law School

graduate from an upper crust family, well-bred, well-connected. The

other finalist was a redneck from Southeast

 

 

Tennessee A & M. The rules of the contest required each finalist to

compose a four-line poem in one minute or less, and the

poem had to contain the word "Timbuktu." The Duke graduate went first.

 

 

About thirty seconds after the clock started he

jumped up and recited the following poem.

 

 

Slowly across the desert sand

Treked the dusty caravan,

Men on camels two by two

Destination- Timbuktu.

 

 

The audience went wild!!! How, they wondered could the redneck top that?

 

 

The clock started again and the redneck sat in

silent thought. Finally, in the last few seconds, he jumped and

 

recited:

 

 

Tim and me a-hunting' went.

Met three whores in a pop-up tent,

They was three and we was two,

So I bucked one and Timbuktu.

 

:dance: :rofl: