My last day of riding. I was looking forward to getting home and I had a long day of crossing Nevada. Nevada is a great state to ride in, but Hwy. 80 is not my favorite. It’s kinda of a necessary evil I guess. I loaded up my gear and set out on Hwy 233 to intersect Hwy 80. It was a nice morning and it was going to be hot later in the day. There were only a few cars on 233 and I hit a cruising speed of 80 mph. After a few miles I thought I detected a slight wiggle in my bike. It seemed to get worse. More road noise from the tires too. Noooooo! Not another flat. There was literally no shoulder. I had to stop just left of the fog line. I got off and kicked the rear tire. Flat. Up on the center stand and soon discovered the plug had come out. No worries I’ll just put another one in. Unfortunately the tire was really hot and three plugs just formed a gooey ball of mush. I had one plug left. I was more careful and maybe the tire had cooled and the last plug went in and held. Thank goodness. I was on my way again. Less than 5 miles later it was flat again. I’m officially screwed. It’s already hot. There is no shade for miles. There were no cars coming by either. I did have a cell signal and I was getting ready to call AAA. It would be hours before they would show up. A couple of big rigs flew by me blowing stuff off my bike like gloves and my hat. I was feeling very lonely. I saw a pickup truck coming and I figured I would see if I could bum a ride to some shade. I could leave the bike off the road down the steep shoulder. I could see the truck was pulling some sort of trailer. As he neared I basically jumped out in front of him and he stopped. I explained my situation and I suggested we load my bike on his EMPTY FLATBED TRAILER WITH LOADING RAMPS! I aired the tire up to make it easier to roll up the ramp. We strapped it down and I got in. His name was Alan and he was on his way to St. George. He said he was going through Wendover and I said a ride to Wendover would be very appreciated. Turned out Alan rode too. KLRs. An hour later he dropped me off at a Jiffy Lube type place that also did some tire work. Thank you Alan! The shop let me do my own labor removing the wheel and tire. The shop had AC and I was living large using some of their tools and a pneumatic bead breaker. They patch/plugged the tire and it was soon good to go.