First let me just say, Holy Shark Shit!!! I had these wheels I was thinking about painting. Problem was three of the 4 had crap tires on em. Now I'm home with my kids and was not about to pay someone to break these tires down for me cause I'm somewhat of a Badass.( Laced with sarcasm at this point) Now I strut out to my semi equipped shop and grab a prybar and a hammer, not even sure why cause I fully intended to use sheer brute strength to rip them off with my bare hands but none the less I returned to the three measly tires and rims to do bidness. To save me from further pain and carpal tunnel?? Not sure of my spelling or my manhood anymore, but I will skip the effing three hours it took me to remove said wheels from tires and bring you to the aftermath. I now limp back to my shop to return the smorgasboard of tools that I accumulated. I am returning the prybar, hammer, bigger hammer, big screwdriver, chisel, box blade, another chisel, can of PBBlaster, cut off tool and a midget on a unicycle who was clearly there for support. Did I mention I was limping? How in the name of all things holy did I manage to hurt by foot you say? Well I was hog rastlin this wheel which I had all but cut into one of those ornamental tire planters, when it fell on my flip flop clad foot. So much for the manly image I had built up right. Now I got the damn wheels and tires apart. But the tire swing I promised my little girl will have to wait seeing as how theres nothing left but rubber mulch. Oh...and last but not least, after this three hour demasculating exhibit of futility I realized that all of the wheels aren't even a matching set. I guess the point of this was to point out that I have now added breaking down wheels and tires to the list of shit I'd rather pay for. That and roofing. So in closing, feel free to ridicule, add to the list, maybe explain how it could've been done with only a spatula if I'd have just tapped right on the 57..Wait that's the damn glass ketchup bottles. I'll have to make another post for that.