Earlier this year in April, we rolled into San Juan Batista to top off the light-mileage bikes, and discovered one of our riders had a flat. Few minutes later, all plugged and on our merry way. Months later, here we pull in to the very same fuel station, and I look down at the rear tire of our one new rider, Jean’s BMW S1000XR. Completely flat, completely. Strange sense of déjà vu. Now mind you, in nearly 20 years of plugging more tires than I can count, there’s never been a tire we haven’t been able to plug. Monya once had two nails in her tire at the same time- and on Mosquito Ridge. One of our season pass holders, Tom, had a cut in his tire last year in way northern California in the middle of nowhere, and we still managed to patch it. 100 miles later, another flat on the same tour. Ten minutes and done. When your success rate is 100%, you come to think you’re the shizzle, but there’s always that one. First, we had to find the hole, that alone took 10 minutes. The tire was so hot, it was steaming as we poured water on it to find the hole, finally finding it in the tread, at the thinnest part of the tread. And of course, it was a brand-new tire. Tour guide Shizzle steps up to the plate and denied! Leaking. We tried mushrooms three separate times, couldn’t get a seal. These always work. Not today. Out come the worms. Tried one, leaking. Shove another one in, leaking, Mark finally managed to shove three worms in the hole, and still leaking.
Couldn't get a seal with the mushrooms plugs. Plan B is worms.
Couldn't get a seal with the mushrooms plugs. Plan B is worms.