This is almost beyond belief. I could hardly beieve my own eyes. On the way to the gym on my Concours. was planning to stop and get some whisky and beer on the way. A block before the store I hear a loud "pop" and felt it in the front end. Started wouthing the dash and withen 1/8 of I mile it goes to 35 psi then the low pressure warning. I head for the nearest fuel station. On it's corner I get a red light. I put on my flashers and motion to the driver behind me. Agonizingly long wait for a green. I limp through the3 corner with 12 psi. At the Exoon I luck out and pull into the only spot of shade on the property. With a flat tire I cannot get on the CS with the topcase on so I pull that off and dive into for my flat tire kit two plugs in and I hook up my Aerostich pump.Seems to be inflating. I left my gauge in my tank bag from last weeks trip so I go inside and buy one plus a quart of gatorade, it 91 F, left the pump running. Back ouside I check the pressure. Gauge says 28. I put the pump back on and switch it on. Poof! Pump dies from heat stroke, and I'm close behind.
Station has a coin op air pump. I rode over too it (in the hot sun). The damn chuck will not work with the Connie's valve stem - bad angle. my 90 degree extension is also back home in the tank bag. I ride a block to AutoZone and buy an adapter. It's a screw on type, no sure it will work but I'm desperate. No joy. Back to the shade to try my CO2 kit. I try all 5 cartridges. Thr chuck is leaking, I don't think any CO2 got in the tire. The console continues to say 24 psi.
Google Maps says a mechanic shop is 2.4 mile east. I limp over there. A young Asian kid asks if he can help, I ask if I can use his air pump. He says yes, he will fill my tire. A few minutes later I have 42 psi. "what do I owe ya"? "You don't owes us anything" "thanks, appreciate that".
25 miles to home. Console says 39 psi, 40 after a few miles. But eventually it sarts to fall. Halfway home I am at 37. Stop at a Valero and use a coin machine, this one fits! 45 psi. Roll into my driveway with 35.
Nothing really remarkable about my little adventure so far, right. Same has probably happened to most of us.
BUT WAIT TILL YOU SEE WHAT I PULLED OUT OF MY TIRE. I spotted brushed metal flush with the tread, I thout it was the head of a nail. I grabbed it with needle nose plyers. and pulled. Pictures to come after dramatic pause.
