Oh ffffffffffffffflat! Post your "no more air" pics...

[stefer]

Originally Posted by BajaBlake

I usually see those on the number plate of dirt bikes. heres a deal on one
http://www.motosport.com/dirtbike/AC...3-GALLON-WHITE

That is a good deal. I've seen them before, but I didn't put 2 and 2 together.

I think I am going to stick with my plan of putting two 1 gallon gas cans on the back of my painners. When I do fill them the weight will be lower.

[conchscooter]

In defiance of the right and proper roadside self reliance ethic of the gnarly off roaders...


...I keep a trailer at home for the commute-defeating occasional flats.

[The Bigfella]

Lake Toba, Sumatra



A local stopped to help me... almost finished re-fitting the tyre and I noticed a tyre lever missing. Found it inside the tyre. Should've done it all myself... the new tube was pinched too... slow leak, but got to the next truck stop (with a few stops to pump on the way)

Fixed both tubes there



The patch on the "unpatchable" UHD tube is still in there several thousand km later.

[Loud Al]

Another Scenic flat

[rfx]

Nuff said!

[PHILinFRANCE]

SHIT !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! how the hell did you NOT see that ?

[BMW Kurt]

[nanox14]

Originally Posted by BMW Kurt

is there an interesting story on the way????

[BMW Kurt]

Originally Posted by nanox14

is there an interesting story on the way????

Not really. I was in the Oregon Outback and pulled into a station in Hines and the attendant told me I had a flat front tire. I had just gotten coffee in Riley and must of picked up a little piece of metal in the front tire. I had ridden the bike about 20 miles on a flat front tire and not even noticed it.

I asked the guy if there was a bike shop around so I could buy a replacement. Nope, closest bike shop was 160 miles away. I was going to have to plug the tire and ride on. I asked where his compressor was. Nope, again, didn't have one. OK, I got this. Plug the tire with a "gorilla booger" and used my BestRest compressor to get back on the road. I rode about 200 miles to Big Twin BMW in Boise, ID and got a replacement tire.

The thing that looks like a screwdriver is actually the reamer for plugging the puncture.

I'll admit that a story about an angry girlfriend/husband/wife/priest would be better, but I'm a truthful kind of guy.

[vermin]

Running up outta Point Pleasant WVA into Ohio. Blistering hot day. Last Leg of a Hell Michigan, New Hampshire, Boston, Brooklyn, Jerzy, Philly Run.

Sloggin up a 2 lane 6'6"* kid on the back Buncha Coal trucks on my tail



I am bummed cause I hate putting new tires on old stuff, it is a commitement to longevity of shitty equipment.

I put a plug or two into the carcass and have the kid hold the wires of my compressor to the truck battery in my trunk. The think bounces around and makes alot of racket but the tire seems entirely unimpressed.

Hmmm grab our shit and hitchike home? Maybe! first Gotta take the wheel off and have the kid carry it down the road.

The first place we come to is a hillbilly RV repair joint with a bunch abandoned trashed mobile homes with dogs running in and out all feral like. A dirty faced punk comes out of one and I ask him if he has a compressor. He says sho nuff. we go into a quonset hut out back and hook the tire to the nozzzle. The air didnt even slow down or change pitch when applied to my tire. Wa Wa Waaaaaaa.


PHAAAAAAk The guys at work are all betting my bike aint a gonna make it anyway and I hate giving them pleasure or smirk fuel. It is 3pm I gotta be driving to work in 14 hours. I am 200 miles from the crib and looking like a methfreak. Aint nobody pickin up me and my kid lurch iff'n i did pull out my thumb.

Conundrum.

We go into one of the trailers which is apparently some form of management environment as there is AC. I tell a clean non sweaty guy about my sitchu and he kindly commences to callin all the scooter outfits in the area to locate a tire. Tire found (about 30 miles up the road) i boldly ask the kid if he would drive me up there fer some foldin money. It didn't look like he had done much work since 8th grade (when he turned 18) so he says yes and drives us up to dover ohio.





Biff bang boom tire changed.

now we head back north. Next quandry. I have no charging system and I have been running on nothing but battery for several days. sure the headlight is unplugged to conserve but if I dawdle on the way home that will put me back in Hell after dark and the bike might die. So I hafta time my gas stops to do as few as possible which requires math because i have no speedometer. So I come up with stops that will have me rollin into the garage on fumes at dusk. Long story short, tons of tension.

I exit the interstate 10 miles from home and plug in the headlight as the sun has just gone down ( i am close enough to call mumma) i pull into the garage and the missis says howdjer trip go and i said "fine".

Sleep sleep sleeep wake up at 4:30 make the slog to work, waltz into the shop pretty as you please at 6 and everyone starts groaning and handing my buddy fat bastard money as he was the only one that bet on me makin it.

If your gonna make a bet make it on the cack




*the kid and I start to agree this arrangement is no longer socially or morally palatable.

[Hosebag]

On the way into the Bay of L.A., the 'pope' (Cameron) does a tube change

[Hosebag]

Not even 500 yards down the road leaving Prescott, Az for Baja and Cameron has a flat

[EricD10563]

Didn't take long to figure out where the sound was coming from.



Slime air compressor had to work overtime but after two attempts to plug the hole I lost.



Of course it had to be a new tire.

[conchscooter]

Vermin's back? is there a RR I've missed?

[Regbafazool]

Vermin's back? is there a RR I've missed?

The ever-mysterious Vermin seems to have surpassed the narrow confines of the "Ride Report"
as it is commonly known on this Site. He is headed for the hills, in deep-stealth mode, one hand
gripping the apes......the other pointing forward.

News of his whereabouts travels quietly but swiftly, through back channels utilizing quaintly obsolete
methods of communication.....like the teletype machine, landline telephonic devices, and occasionally
even morse code.

In freakish defiance to the expected norms of modern behavior, the man has gone ahead and had some
Actual Human Experiences that haven't even been documented with digital image-capturing contraptions!

All I know is........THIS thing showed up in my front yard, on a night when I wouldn't even consider
taking the cover off of my bike!

So....YES, he's out there. Never went away, in fact. So keep a weary eye peeled!