There were no regulations about the state of tyres in those days. I remember one farm on which I worked, and a truck came loaded with ground loimestone to spread on some of the fields (an ancient practice to sweeten the soil and improve the ph). This was a converted military truck, 6x4, unrecognisable with white dust stuck to it all over. It went a little way down the firm track, then tried to turn up-hill onto the land to be treated. The land was clay, wet and slippery. The dual rear wheels churne=ned round and round, and it wasn't going anytwhere. He made several attampts in different places. All the while the tyres were trailiing loose flaps of rubber - they were re -treads, already sheredded with working on the land and getting stuck. The tyres were like an old pair of rubber boots, totally shagged. Cue for session in the barn bringing things to a conclusion.
Winter fair stuck
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Last Christmas I explored one of the huge Christmas shopping fairs that are now springing up all over the place. It had rained for weeks before and I was convinced it would never go ahead. Arriving at the parking field the place was a mess everyone was stuck the field was a bog. I was in my old Nissan patrol 4x4 so was confident I would at lest get onto the field and park up unaided. When time to leave the exit was at the top of the field and was going to be tough. Leaving it in 4h I started the climb out of the field, it was going fine until one of the tractors that was pulling everybody else cut across me and I had to slam to a stop. Huge mistake planting my boot on the pedal and I went nowhere, all 4 wheels spun helplessly in the clay. Trying to rock myself out was digging me in deeper. I Turned off the traction control and thought I might as-well have a bit of fun. Slamming my boot to the floor all 4 wheels dug in and flung clay in every direction the only place I was heading was down, continuing to floor it I inched forward as the bulge in my jeans grew ever bigger. I wasn’t making any progress forwards so I put it in reverse and managed to back out of the hole I had made.forwards again and as all 4 wheels spun fighting for grip I made a few meters progress before hitting a really soft spot and one of my wheels starting sinking again. My jeans where at bursting point and I was throbbing like no tomorrow. Getting out to asses the situation I step out and both my tall hunting boots sink into the slop 1/2 way up the shaft slipping round the back to see the other side confirmed it the tire had dug in down to the hub in the gooey field Even my boots where stuck tugging at them I manage to get back in the patrol. Flooring it backwards I again break free but at a cost, I blew my load over my jeans and boots, backing up all the way to the bottom I give it everything the engine screening , all 4 tires chucking up clay all around me I make it to the top. Stopping to look at my 4x4 my once blue patrol was now totally brown but I made it
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Damn hot story, man! Woof!!!
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thanks for the hard-on and the release.
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@westfil11 wouldn't mind reading them with a hard-on again
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@blonde65
I was like a rock