Monday, July 4, 2011


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!