All in all, it was a very subdued event. Picked up the screw. Non-event. VERY quick deflation. Dead flat WHILE I was sitting at a stop light. Probably hit the screw within the past 50 feet while slowing down for the light. Noticed the flub flub flub trying to pull away from the light. Got off the road. Earlyish on a Saturday morning, so, no traffic really to deal with. Got onto the sidewalk. Got on the phone with the wife. First words... "I'm sorry I have to do this to you. I have a flat." Practiced a skill that you don't use much. Power walking from the side of your bike, to a parking lot. I bet it was a bit of a spectacle watching some old guy walking a running motorcycle in the crosswalk.
It's amazing how light these near 600lbs machines feel, when they are in working order. Then a flat. You all of a sudden know EVERY bit of that 600lbs, that is preventing you from moving that beast. If it was flat AND had no running engine. NOPE! It's now a 3 man move.Yes, all went as well as could be expected. Pretty optimal experience.
