Well, crap!
I arrived in Alaska on tires with 19,000 miles on them, then with new tires rode over 4,500 miles through the worst terrain imaginable, only to get a flat in Kansas. KANSAS!
I plugged a hole and discovered a second puncture when I dumped the first CO2 cartridge. Plugged the second puncture and had just enough CO2 left to allow me to limp to a station twelve miles away. It all looked golden until five miles later when the tire let loose again. Waited two hours for a tow on a holiday. Fortunately, there's a Harley certified indy shop here in Concordia. Hope to make it home tomorrow.
Hey, I have another story to tell and at least I get to sleep in a hotel tonight!
