My love for tires

My father's father was a true entrepreneur. In the aftermaths of Second World War most pepole weren't going into business or doing anything radical. That's when Joel took a big chance and opened his own tire company. He had great plans and built a huge factory building where new tires were sold, and old ones were retreaded. The opening ceremony was held in May 1955. Years later it was one of the biggest retreading tire companies in Scandinavia. Both my dad and his brother were working in the family business. Therefore my sister and I grew up among huge piles of tires..new tires and old tires waiting for new rubber. We played hide and seek in the huge warehouse and rode a kick scooter meant for transport of tires. We hung out with cigarette smoking, rubber smelling men in blue overalls in the workshop. And til this day, the smell of rubber and tires and oil..makes me feel at home. This is why I was so happy today when I went to get my summer tires put back on my car (yes, a lil late I know it's June..). 

I always hang out when they change them, and I inhale the whole garage and it's just lovely.

This is my grandfather Joel. The picture is from a book called "The History of the Tire". He was only 64 when he passed away. I was 4 then, and don't really remember him. I've been told that he used to sit with me on his lap, and talk to me like an adult about all things in life. I like to think that I've inherited some of his courage and entrepreneurial skills.

Winter tire off you go.

Summer tires, welcome!