FRIDAY Nov. 7th...Part II So after our late lunch stop we're all gearing up to head to the other end of town to a stroodle shop for some treats. Dave obviously decided on a whim to do a very small burnout on his DR650 in the wet parking lot. It was so quick and unannounced that I didn't even have time to grab my camera. He then proceeds to pull out of the parking space and we noticed his rear tire was now almost flat. :huh Upon further inspection and trying to air it back up we noticed it was leaking all around the spokes. So after a short discussion we believed he had ripped part of the valve stem apart but couldn't tell how bad and weren't totally positive on that. It was just a hunch since he didn't have a rim lock and figured the tire spun on the rim when he did the burnout. It was decided just to try and Slime it until we got back to camp later and would replace the tube. Dave and Blue seen here airing the tire back up after Slime application... The Slime appeared to have fixed the problem so we're off to get our desserts... We stuffed our faces with some very good delights, had our sugar fix, it was getting late and we're ready to head back to camp. This is where the action really began. A few miles out of town Dave is leading, I'm second in line and it appears his tire is going flat again. He glanced back at it for a split second as if he could feel something wasn't right but don't guess he could really see it as it was getting darker by the minute. I try to pull up closer to him and start pointing at his rear wheel. I thought he looked in his mirror and saw me but not sure because at that exact moment the tube finally let go and BAM...he was in what looked like almost a flat-trackers complete sideways slide where the ass-end was trying to pass the front! Not to mention all of this was happening in the middle of the road with 6 other bikers and cars all behind him! I'm hitting the brakes, trying not to run over him, throwing one arm up for the others behind me to slow down and Dave is fighting to keep control of his bike as the tire was trying to run off the rim for about 75-100 yards or more at about 45-50mph when it all started. Luckily he made it all the way to the grass ditch and never crashed. One of the most spectacular saves I've seen in a long time. I only wish I could've captured it on film because it would've made one hell of a keepsake for our trip. So once we're all pulled to the side of the road and the "pucker factor" subsides for everyone a tube change was in order... Blue mentioned at one point that we need to jump in and help because to the passing cars we must've looked like a bunch of state employees. Reason being there were 6 of us just standing around watching (and taking pics...hey, somebody had to do it )while poor Dave was doing all the work. However, we all agreed that we were impressed with his tube changing skills, and how prepared he was with all the spare necessaties needed to do the job...and even some trick goodies not needed but good to have along to make the job a little easier. Way to go Dave!!! Now if it wasn't for Blue charging him to use his tire irons and hand wipes afterwards Dave would've came out a lot better! oser By the time it was all back together it was pretty much dark. We were on the road again and next stop was for gas. Can't remember exactly what town it was but we stopped, topped off and as we're leaving I hear a guy yelling at us. At first I didn't think much of it and thought he might be yelling at someone else so I didn't even turn around. Then he yelled again so my next thought was one of us accidently rode off and forgot to pay. At that point I turned around and it was another customer pointing to KevinB's tank bag lying on the ground by the pump he just left. What another great save! His digital camera and other valueables were in there. Thanks Mr. Gas Station Yeller Guy! +1 for good sameritans left in the world. After this we had an uneventful ride the rest of the way back to camp...thank goodness! Now let's have a drink.