This is what its all about!

MY TYRE!!

Just in case our colonial cousins forget who is doing this

 





 

 

WE DID IT!! We broke the 5 mile mark on Saturday.  4 bricks of concrete in my tyre and going over really rough ground and past some Royal Navy guys that just stopped and stared with open mouths. On the way back they all of a sudden had to start doing PT as we went passed.  Bless them. And finally when we dragged out sweaty tired (should that be tyred) bodies through the vehicle gate the security guys told us we were outstanding - well duh obviously.



The various degrees of hurt makers tyres

Then again last night I pulled Tina the Tyre (the SUV size, the big one on the back of the cart in the picture) round for nearly 2 miles.  This time I wasn't swearing so much which must be a good sign right? And that big boy on the cart seat is Tommy and I flipped that thing 40 times.  Though it was quite funny when we were both flipping tyres one of the security force came out and asked us were we okay and needed help as all they could hear was grunting and groaning as we were flipping the tyres. No we are fine just doing PT. 

This is my dirt and I've earnt it!!