The after ride adventure?
Ian and I were the last to leave the car park, but as we left, we found Steve stopped on the side of the road cos (luckily for us), his bike had fallen over on his trailer. We helped him set it right and then left him to tie it down. A few k's up the road, Ian starts swerving all over the road. I thought the poor old bugger had gone to sleep, but no, he said 'I think we've got a flat!' He slowed down and we both stuck our heads out the window, and said 'yep, my rear's flat!' Then we both pulled our heads back in, looked at each other, and said 'oh poo!' Sure enough, we had 2 (count them...2) flat tyres. Holes big enough to see through!
We replaced one with the spare, but the other was a concern. That was until Steve (remember him...his bike fell off earlier) came up behind. He stopped and gave us some tyre goo, which got us another 10 k's or so till she went flat again. We stopped, Steve stopped, and he gave us some more goo. Another 10 k's or so and, you guessed it, flat again. At this point, I actually heard Ian curse. He said 'damn, this is not good'. With no mobile coverage, and no more goo, we were out of ideas. We tried putting a screw in the hole, but we should have used a dyna bolt cos it was so big. So I got in the car with Steve, left Robbo on the side of the road, and headed for Warburton.
Suddenly my phone went off (6 messages from my missus sayin 'where the hell are you?', cos by this time it's 8:30). I called her, then called Ian's wife, and then called Ian's brother and asked him to go to Ian's house, collect his mud tyres, and bring them out to him.
I continued on home with Steve and got back about 10:30. Ian's brother delivered 3 (?) wheels to Ian, Ian put 1 on, and had to drive back home doing no more than 40 k's per hour. Consequently, he got home about 2:00
AM Monday morning!
Who ever said riding with AMTRA isn't exciting?