Inside an urban landscape, we usually relate old tires to a tire shop or a demonstration. I am interested in suggesting a connection between this popular symbol and an old vase. The clay as matter and the peculiar shape that acquires the group connect both universes. The car as an engine of technological progress since the twentieth century, but also as an agent that sweeps and runs over, is shown here reduced to the element that makes it move, like a ruin on which part of the ground covered has been imprinted over time. Humor works as a tool to soften the drama of a sensitive fact, yet at the same time as an act that invites us to fill the gap produced after the initial smile. The paradox of the artifact that oppresses the land, wounds it, and leaves a trace on it, to the motionless object that becomes, covered as a historic revenge, for all that it got out of its way.