That's the new tire for my motorcycle. Now anyone that knows me, knows I love my bike, hugely. I take care of it and she's my baby. I probably got a few months on the tire, but since we are taking long rides to see the boys, I thought I would go ahead and get a new one.
You ever wonder how one tiny thing can have so many bad affects. Like here:
My bike was stolen in Sep 2011, found a few hours later, a good amount of damage. My back tire got two plugs thanks to someone jamming a screw driver into it twice! Jerk, thanks Brantley.
So the plugs make it where I have to get the tire changed sooner than it should be changed.
I called Cyclemax in Wilson, but I'm hold for a while and then a girl comes on and says they are busy, she takes a message.
Mean while I try to call my regular bike shop, Twin County Sports in Rocky Mount, but their line is busy. I tried several times.
I hear nothing from Cyclemax, so I try them again and again I have to leave a message.
I try my shop again, still busy.
Cyclemax calls back and I give them all the information on my bike. 2003 Suzuki Intruder. He asked what size it was, I told him 800. The guy then asked me if it was a Volusia, I don't even know how to spell that, because that's not my bike! I know my bike and I know without a doubt it's an Intruder.
They have one in stock. ok, great, Brian can pick it up on his way home. Perfect, it's right across from where he works, so real easy. I don't call my bike place back, they were busy anyways.
I drop my bike off to Marvin to get the tire changed. Marvin is a neighbor that does work out of his garage because he's on disability and can't work anymore. He's the one that did the repairs on my bike after she was stolen.
The bike is going to be ready this later today, so that's perfect. We catch up with the boys and set up to meet them at church tomorrow and have a visit with them. The weekend was going great, seeing them would be a fun way to end the weekend.
I go to pick up the bike and Marvin tells me that the tire is bigger than the other one. I ask if that's gong to be a problem, he said no, the tire will last longer, but Brian on the back might not work to well.
I get the bike home, Brian sits on the back and it's fine. BUT I notice that the tire is right on the bar of the frame. Brian says it doesn't look like it's been rubbing so it should be ok. I decide ok, fine.
We were inside cooking dinner and then I decide to make the Brownie Cheesecake and I can take some tomorrow to the guys. BUT then I go and look for eggs and we don't have enough!!!! lol Of course not.
Brian offered to go to the store for me, but I really wanted to ride a little bit on the tire, since it was really close, I was just nervous about it.
I jump on the bike and head to the little store about a mile and half away. When I get there I can smell burning rubber, that is a smell you just know! I ride back home and take it right to Marvin. I showed him the tire, he tells me it was a bear to get on.
Ok, alarm is going off in my head! 1st off he's waits to tell me the tire is bigger after he puts it on. Then after I already know it isn't going to work he tells me that it was a bear to put on. Come on, he never should have put that tire on. Give me a huge break here!
SO, Marvin has to put the old tire back on and of course he can't get it on in time for us to go see the boys tomorrow.
SO, we have to cancel that trip. I'm so disappointed, we finally get to meet them, Brian hasn't seen them in years and then with in two weeks we have to cancel because one tiny thing led to another that ended in sadness.
