Just the other day, I was sitting down, sipping a cup of coffee and reading the politics section of the New York Times when this creeping feeling came over me. I didn't own a giant tire! How I'd gone this far in life without a tire that I can flip is beyond me. Unfortunately, just as soon as I identified my need, I was overcome with a sense of doubt and I worried that I would never be able to find the right tire for my flipping needs. Thankfully, this exists.

I probably shouldn't joke about this too much. I did read the article and if I had a place to keep a giant tire, I would get one. Strongman movements make for fantastic cardio and I already do plenty of stupid sounding shit (see: dragging a weighted sled with a thick, metal chain).