October 19, 2011 3:10 PM PDT
......cell phone
. . . ....two summers ago we decided to take a ride to a friends BBQ.....in Texas
......we were making great time heading down the interstate ...estimated speed....80 mph........towing a trailer...
.. ....give ya the..detailed version some other time...for the sake of this post...I,ll keep it short....
.....it was late in the afternoon.....somewhere round 5 pm.....we were headed for Memphis for the night and we were 25 miles out ....
. ..cruisin along at 80 mph had a rear flat.....took the next exit....Osceola Arkansas.....
......sittin in a some shit gas station with a big ol parking lot that doubled for a Truck Stop...Chili n me were rollin round on the ground..
....semis slowly going by one after another.....air filled with dust and disel fumes.....had this shitty litle plug kit ....you know the ones..
. ....rubber strips ya tear off....metal forked tongue tool....and a tube of goop....followed dierctions and located the hole...
...shoved the metal tool in to rough up the rubber and the air came wooshing out 5 times as fast as before.....tire went flat infront of my eyes...
......gooped the rubber plug up and stuffed it in....tried fillin her.....air was commin out as fast as it was goin in....mebbe faster....
....whipped out my cell and called my insurance...Progressive......I was smart enough to call em before I left and added road side assistance..
......then I called my friend in Texas...he hands the phone to another guy who just happened to live in Memphis and told me the ..
....best Honda Dealer to go to. ......course they were closed for the day....called Progressive back and told em were gonna hang in Osceola for
...the night....call em in the morning......filled the rear tire WAY up and shot 1/4 mile down the road to a shityy little motel....just made it....
....got a room and ordered a pizza from some local place and got a six pack down the road at the truck stop we were just at.....
...in the morning called the Honda Dealer and he had a Dunlop E III in stock....called Progressive and they sent a flatbed....
....guy pulls up an hour later....10 am.....looks at my rig and goes....hook your trailer back up...Im gonna tow the whole rig up on
...the back...and dont worry....I aint gonna hurt your bike. ........I had a feeling this guy was good...and he was....
...so we rode into Memphis in a flatbed truck my rig on the back....got to the Dealer around noon....he took us right in....
......hour and half later.....1:30 PM....we were pulling out of the parking lot with a brand new rear tire ....and continuing our adventure...
.........my advice ?
. . .. ........never order a pizza in Osceloa Arkansas..