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O, Woe is me!!
So on my ride this past weekend, every time we stopped I had another look at my front tire to see if it was ready to let the air out yet. Nope, no cord yet, good to go. Sure hope it don't rain!!!!
My new tire arrived Monday, had stuff to do, didn't get it changed.
Got home from Tuesday, check the tire, and we have shiny bits showing. OK, fine. Last time I changed a tire I had to borrow my brother's tire spoons, not having my own, yet. Pull the wheel, break the bead, and... hey! Where are the tire irons?
Please don't tell me I've lost my brother's tools!!!!!
I dig through the garage for an hour or so, even came damn close to cleaning it, looking for those damn things! Finally, texted my brother (who has moved to California) and asked if he had them. He's like, "Well, yeah. They're mine."
So here's the situation now: I have a bald, belt-showing tire, broken off the wheel with a sidewall smashed so I don't want to reinflate it even if I could. I still have his bike here, along with two extra rear tires and two extra fronts. I have his battery tender, most of his tools, and his riding gear. In other words, everything motorcycle-ish that he owns.
EXCEPT THE DAMN TIRE SPOONS!!!!!!!! WTF!!!???!?!?!?!
Nobody I know has any, so I got on Bike Bandit and ordered some. They take Paypal so checkout is easy! So the FJR sits in the driveway (not the garage, because I can't move it!) with the front forks sticking out naked, waiting for me to change a tire with tools I don't have, yet.
Brothers can be real assholes, sometimes!
My new tire arrived Monday, had stuff to do, didn't get it changed.
Got home from Tuesday, check the tire, and we have shiny bits showing. OK, fine. Last time I changed a tire I had to borrow my brother's tire spoons, not having my own, yet. Pull the wheel, break the bead, and... hey! Where are the tire irons?
Please don't tell me I've lost my brother's tools!!!!!
I dig through the garage for an hour or so, even came damn close to cleaning it, looking for those damn things! Finally, texted my brother (who has moved to California) and asked if he had them. He's like, "Well, yeah. They're mine."
So here's the situation now: I have a bald, belt-showing tire, broken off the wheel with a sidewall smashed so I don't want to reinflate it even if I could. I still have his bike here, along with two extra rear tires and two extra fronts. I have his battery tender, most of his tools, and his riding gear. In other words, everything motorcycle-ish that he owns.
EXCEPT THE DAMN TIRE SPOONS!!!!!!!! WTF!!!???!?!?!?!
Nobody I know has any, so I got on Bike Bandit and ordered some. They take Paypal so checkout is easy! So the FJR sits in the driveway (not the garage, because I can't move it!) with the front forks sticking out naked, waiting for me to change a tire with tools I don't have, yet.
Brothers can be real assholes, sometimes!