The Sock
Hero member
- Location
- London, England
Working on a house conversion, back in the hot Summer (40° C+) of '22, the tyre on one of our wheelbarrows was shredded. We blamed foxes.
I replaced the tyre and tube.
The following day I was out front, unloading a delivery, when I heard a loud bang. People started coming out of the houses to see what had happened. My workmate appeared, white-faced.
He'd been digging a footing, when the new tyre blew out in the sunshine, about two metres behind him.
He'd nearly filled the hole.
Another new tyre and tube was fitted and the barrows were stored on the shaded side of the s(h)ite.
I replaced the tyre and tube.
The following day I was out front, unloading a delivery, when I heard a loud bang. People started coming out of the houses to see what had happened. My workmate appeared, white-faced.
He'd been digging a footing, when the new tyre blew out in the sunshine, about two metres behind him.
He'd nearly filled the hole.
Another new tyre and tube was fitted and the barrows were stored on the shaded side of the s(h)ite.