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Discussion in 'Photos' started by cms81586, Jan 10, 2012.
my picture not my bike... front tubeless on a 12GS... PINCH FLAT.
Added a tube... rode it 1500mi home, over a decent amount of rough terrain.
last years winter dual sport ride... 300 miles in 3 days, camping off the bikes... 10-15deg weather... and he was running a tubeliss system. Found the leak about 60 miles later and plugged it.
Usually we try to get about 4 or 5 people telling each other how to change a tire... I stood back and took pictures, and provided the baby powder and soap :O
we managed to pinch the tube not once, but TWICE before getting it to hold air.
Here are some of my flat tire pics.
My wife's first flat tire at the Central ADV rally last year.
Luckily she has roadside assistants
A Flat front tire on my KTM
Caused by this semi-outta control jump
And a buddies flat on our trip around Lake Michigan last year.
I posted this before but...
a 70mph blowout recently got my attention!
Sidling lookout, Northeaster Tasmania, Australia, at least the view was nice.
It was so hot here when this happened that the stand actually sank into the tar about 45 degrees celcius
The water in the topbox was so hot we could make coffee with it
And then also my compressor packed up
Luckily my cousin came to the rescue with a compressor
12 psi, apparently it went flat for 2.3 nano seconds. just long enough to slip a kudzu leaf between the bead and rim.
Whats happening here?
Rear was completely flat by the time the gas tank was full. Tried canned flat repair, but without avail. Only a mile from home; walked her back. Found a nice bungee on the way home & strapped my leather jacket to the back 'cause it was hot. Bought a new tire and tube & went on an adventure the following week.
Coming off Bowers Hill,near Saguache Co,last year..KennyH fixing it for the first of several attempts,Crappy glue..:huh
May 8, 2012 - Somewhere between Rockdale and Franklin, TX
It was damp and the temperature was a little chilly. The glue didn't want to dry.
A couple of us remembered that when we were kids, we used set the glue on fire for a few seconds to cure it when we patched the tubes on our bicycles.
So we talked these two guys into it.
Worked great. They did two patches this way and the FF in red rode it the rest of the weekend.
a very big thank for the 2 guy ! we not know oneself before and they spent 4 hours at the edge of the road to help me !
F*** tubliss, the third flat and a pita to remove the hose in the field
I have a bunch of these pics
Coming back from Baja
Last year on the way to the Hells Canyon Rally
Last year on a 5 day trip around the NW
On my ICT trip last year
The urban enduro 09
And this weekend
Ok, I have a good one. It's more than just a pic though... rather a crazy cascade of events that I documented with some video commentary. Enjoy.
I was in the front range of the Rockies in June a few summers ago. I left my truck in Colorado Springs and I was heading West to hang with some other inmates at the Four-Mile Freakout.
At some point, as sunset neared, I got a rear tire flat. Not a big deal. A few quad riders passed me offering assistance. "No thanks, I can handle it." Poor choice.
As I got to work assembling the repair materials and taking the wheel off the bike, I realized I had forgotten a few things- namely my patch kit. I had two spare tubes. I test-inflated one, and then the other... both had holes chafed in them from being carried and jostled for too long. Time to get creative.
I tried to improvise patches by cutting pieces out of my worthless replacement tube. I tried taping the holes shut. I even tried loctite. Nothing worked.
After half a dozen attempts with zero success, I had to think of something else. I scoured my surroundings and found the best solution I could muster.
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In the morning, I packed up my roadside camp and began the hike for help.
A few miles of backtracking took me to a ranch where I swore I had seen lights the previous night as I slowly waggled by on a flat tire stuffed with grass.
Nobody was home. Time to go the other way.
High-desert road hiking at it's finest.
Approached dozens of ranches. Nobody ever home.
Had to reroute a few times because roads ended like this. Seemed stupid to cross private land when the higher likelihood of encountering assistance would be on a road. So that's what I did.
Tried to stay positive.
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Believe it or not, I managed to find a man driving a car and flagged him down. I explained my situation- flat tire, slept by the road, unplanned hiking, limited water, etc. and he refused to help. So I kept walking.
Just goes on forever. Notice these roads aren't well-traveled.
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After four hours of hiking in motocross boots, I took a chance and crossed some private land. Nobody but a shaggy dog was home, but it was the best sign of life I had seen. As I exited the front of the ranch, I see the dust from a pickup truck bouncing down the road toward me. It was Dave. He would be my Samaritan. He gave me water, helped me load up my bike in his truck, and drove me 90 miles back to Colorado Springs to my vehicle.
He owns this shop, so if you ever pass through, give him some good karma.
Later, I mapped out my hike to be about 12 miles.
Now I buy a new tube (or tubes) and double-check my tire changing equipment before every solo ride.
Kudos to Dave! Wow.
Honestly, who needs those fancy over-priced jacks. Jack your pocket- thats what they do I tell ya.
(trip to cycle gear )
and then voila.