James Burleigh
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First day back at work after two (felt like three) weeks off....
Rode into San Francisco for a day in the office....
Parked in the curbside M.C. parking in the financial district....
Underlying crabbiness all day; wish I were back on vacation.... :angry:
Called it quits at about 6 PM....
Got suited up, plugged in (heat, radio), and fired up....
Clunked it into first and started to roll....
WTF???!!!! :blink:
FLAT REAR TIRE! "F**K! I just wanna go HOME!" :angry:
Looked in the trunk for a spare. Oh yeah, no spare. :glare:
Felt helpless. No shops open. Can't leave the bike on the street all night. Can't have it towed 30 miles home....
Asked parking attendants in my building garage and the one next door if they can help a fellow out and let me stow my bike overnight. "Sorry. We don't have motorcycle parking" (insert appropriate foreign accent at your own risk). Me: "I don't want to park it! I just need to store it overnight! Please!" A shrug and a "Sorry" that thinly veils a "F**k you." My faith in mankind plummets lower than Pamela Anderson's décolletage.
I go back up to my office, get out of my 'stitch, and call Foremost roadside assistance. That all works out surprisingly efficiently, and I am home on the metro (BART) exactly two hours later than I would have otherwise, and out $60 for overnight storage by the tow company. In the AM I will call around to who can install a new tire, and have it hauled over there. Hopefully ride Baby home tomorrow night.
Prequel: Riding over the Bay Bridge this morning I definitely hit something weird, feeling a thump and hearing a clunk. Then I felt very minor handling issues as I rode three city blocks to where I parked. But then I didn't hang onto the thought and check the bike during the day.
Anyway, that's two wasted rear tires in a row lost to flats that still had tread on them. But hey. That's okay. I'm made of money. :angry:
JB
P.S. Open to suggestions of good shops in the City of Sam Clam's Disco....
Rode into San Francisco for a day in the office....
Parked in the curbside M.C. parking in the financial district....
Underlying crabbiness all day; wish I were back on vacation.... :angry:
Called it quits at about 6 PM....
Got suited up, plugged in (heat, radio), and fired up....
Clunked it into first and started to roll....
WTF???!!!! :blink:
FLAT REAR TIRE! "F**K! I just wanna go HOME!" :angry:
Looked in the trunk for a spare. Oh yeah, no spare. :glare:
Felt helpless. No shops open. Can't leave the bike on the street all night. Can't have it towed 30 miles home....
Asked parking attendants in my building garage and the one next door if they can help a fellow out and let me stow my bike overnight. "Sorry. We don't have motorcycle parking" (insert appropriate foreign accent at your own risk). Me: "I don't want to park it! I just need to store it overnight! Please!" A shrug and a "Sorry" that thinly veils a "F**k you." My faith in mankind plummets lower than Pamela Anderson's décolletage.
I go back up to my office, get out of my 'stitch, and call Foremost roadside assistance. That all works out surprisingly efficiently, and I am home on the metro (BART) exactly two hours later than I would have otherwise, and out $60 for overnight storage by the tow company. In the AM I will call around to who can install a new tire, and have it hauled over there. Hopefully ride Baby home tomorrow night.
Prequel: Riding over the Bay Bridge this morning I definitely hit something weird, feeling a thump and hearing a clunk. Then I felt very minor handling issues as I rode three city blocks to where I parked. But then I didn't hang onto the thought and check the bike during the day.
Anyway, that's two wasted rear tires in a row lost to flats that still had tread on them. But hey. That's okay. I'm made of money. :angry:
JB
P.S. Open to suggestions of good shops in the City of Sam Clam's Disco....
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