Used Tyres From Germany

used tyres from germany
  • A country in central Europe, on the Baltic Sea in the north; pop. 84,424,000; capital, Berlin; official language, German
  • (german) of or pertaining to or characteristic of Germany or its people or language; "German philosophers"; "German universities"; "German literature"
  • the standard German language; developed historically from West Germanic
  • a republic in central Europe; split into East Germany and West Germany after World War II and reunited in 1990
  • A strengthening band of metal fitted around the rim of a wheel
  • (tyre) tire: hoop that covers a wheel; "automobile tires are usually made of rubber and filled with compressed air"
  • A tire (in American English) or tyre (in British English) is a ring-shaped covering that fits around a wheel rim to protect it and enable better vehicle performance by providing a flexible cushion that absorbs shock while keeping the wheel in close contact with the ground.
  • (tyre) Sur: a port in southern Lebanon on the Mediterranean Sea; formerly a major Phoenician seaport famous for silks
  • A rubber covering, typically inflated or surrounding an inflated inner tube, placed around a wheel to form a flexible contact with the road

USSP in Italy - 62
USSP in Italy - 62
I had a five hour layover in Frankfurt. When initially picking my flights, I had a choice between that and a three hour layover. I chose the longer one with the idea that the time would give me a chance to go into downtown Frankfurt and look around for an hour or so. A large part of my family originally (several hundreds of years ago) came from Germany, as did my last name, so I was looking forward to the chance to properly set foot on German soil. Due to a delay on the first flight, and me wanting to get to my second with plenty of time, I didn't have much time to look around, but this was mostly anticipated. After mucking around in the train station for a bit, I eventually figured out what sort of ticket to get from the machine and went into the center of the city. My goal of getting there complete, all I really wanted was a meal, which I picked up from a street vendor. It was a bratwurst and fries, pictured above, which was sufficiently German to satisfy me. It was then around 10:30 in the morning, and I soon headed back to the airport. The Frankfurt airport is huge, and my trip to the next flight involved a lot of walking, with occasional stops to wait in line. There was no hassle, though, and I was soon on my way back to the US. As we were leaving, the pilot came on the intercom to tell us the weather in Philadelphia, which led to something I found amusing. He was saying that the high in Philly was going to be in the high... and here there was a slight pause. I remember thinking at the time: "please say 20s instead of 30s." When the pilot finished his sentence with "80s," I was put through a loop. I had become accustomed so to using Celsius during the past three and half weeks that I had, in my tired state, momentarily forgotten about Fahrenheit. It had been remarkably easy to make the switch, but now things were going back to the way they had been. I was on my flight, and only eight hours on the plane, a trip through customs, a few short train rides, and a walk through town was between me and home. All of this went off more or less without a hitch and, after a long and mostly sleepless trip, I arrived safely back at home. As a whole, the summer school in Urbino and trip to Rome was a thoroughly enjoyable experience. I met some great people, learned some cool stuff, saw some neat places, and made it back in one piece. I had never been to Europe before, but it was a great trip. I look forward to getting back at some point in the future, and I'd encourage anyone with the the means to do so to give it a try as well.
Where real faces used to be
Where real faces used to be
Day 23 of our adventure round Europe - We heard about an abandoned theme park in a woodland called 'Treptow Park' in Berlin, Germany. I dragged the friends I was with to Treptow in the hopes of finding the hidden amusement park but after an hour of walking searching we had found nothing and the others were getting tired. Being determined, if not a little mental, I carried on with one other friend leaving the others behind- not willing to miss such a great photographic opportunity. After another hour of walking we eventually stumbled across high rusted fences - the outside of Spreepark. The park is usual closed to the public, and has been shut for over 20 years, however on this particular day the entrance to the park was being used as a host to a small gathering of vendors and tradesman selling food and rides on a train that circled the park. This initially seemed like a blessing as it meant we didn’t need to hop over the fence as the gates were open. However after entering and starting to wander into the park and then being shouted at by security and asked to leave - we realised the presence of the vendors (and therefore extra security) was not helpful at all. Only the first few meters of the park was open to the public, after a certain point you could go no further. Not easily put off, we waited until it looked like all the security had their backs turned and then we made a dash for it into the park, following the train line. I was so sure they had noticed we disappeared, plus the horrifically loud noise of two people running across the woods. However no one shouted after us or even turned around. Easy. So we spent a good few hours looking round the park. It's such an awesome feeling knowing you're somewhere you shouldn't be. Maybe that’s just the 'daredevil' in me, but it was good fun. On a few odd occasions we had to duck or run and hide to avoid being spotted by the odd passing train (full of bored looking punters who had paid 8Euro each to travel a rusty old track...) and passing security - but all this just added to the thrill. The site seemed like such a waste, I'm not complaining because it was a great photographic experience, but it just felt strange how one day they just shut down and left the site, leaving everything as it was. Anyway, here are the photographs from the exciting few hours in Spreepark, Berlin.

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