Hey, guess who has yet another flat on his motorcycle? That would be me. Again. And again and again and again. I’m seriously losing count.

The first time it happened I didn’t know I was starting a trend, so I didn’t document it, but it was sometime early in 2003. I wrote about the next one in this entry in June. A month later came the next one, immortalized in this entry. About two months later came this entry. And now I’m flat again. This is getting ridiculous.

This last one happened in my own driveway. I rolled up, parked it, and it was flat when I came outside the next day. Un-friggin-believable. There’s no nail or screw in the tire, but it’s flat anyway. Probably just fatigue from all the other flats. The poor thing just couldn’t keep it together any more after so much abuse.

I dropped it off at the shop yesterday for another $200 repair job. This time around I’m buying another new tire, since apparently the guys who did the last one (which one; I’m losing track) put a friggin’ front tire on my rear wheel so it’s almost worn out already. Lovely. I’m running Metzeler 880s, which are not the cheapest tires on the market. You’re only supposed to need to replace them once a year or so, not every other freakin’ month. I’ll be visiting the Honda dealership that fucked me up and getting some sort of refund out of them, believe it.

Five flat rear tires in one year. Seems statistically impossible, doesn’t it? Somebody out there is definitely fucking with me. But hey, at least they’re not killing me. Five flats and I haven’t gone down once? That too seems statistically impossible.

I ain’t arguing.