File under: Things I forgot i could do
My tractor, 46 years old and still putting along nicely, has reminded me that rubber has a limited shelf life.
So I ordered some new Chang Sheang Fling Poo tires, being the only bloody tires that size you can buy, and hope for their delivery tomorrow, or perhaps friday. And then, perhaps, I may be able to mow my freaking lawn. Need to till the garden, too. Hope to have a big one this year.
Anyway, I thought, who is gonna have a tire machine small enough to mount 12″ three-ribs?
Shit.
So I pulled the tires off myself, and hope to be able to get them back on with the same ease. Pulling them was so damned easy I’d forgotten why I take my regular tires in to have them done. We’ll see when they come in. Damn, I haven’t used those skills in thirty years.
Dishwasing liquid is your friend when re-mounting!
I’ve been mounting & dismounting the tires on my elderly Jaguar for years. (tire shops destroy wire wheels & “What’s a tube?”) All that is needed is a couple of tire irons, rubber lube or dishwashing liquid and a willingness to get dirty.
Breaking the bead is the most difficult part of the job. A little thinking and a jack solves that problem.
When you do it, revel in the fact that you can do what no youngster has a clue about. Then go have a beer.
I wonder if you could have Costco do them? There’s a bead re-seating trick that involves flammables – but you probably already know it.
Can’t set a bead like that on a tube type tire.