So my morning was going pretty good. Got up, had a biscuit for breakfast (Mrs. Lucky made biscuits and gravy for the 4th. She is SO good to me.), started riding to work, some punk in a bright yellow rice-racer wanted to drag race, I took him to school (dude, you can't beat a bike in that thing!)... Things were good.
And then a turn felt mushy, and shortly after that, the tell-tale thumpita-thumpita-AWWW FUCK! of a flat tire.
My poor VX800 is sitting in a parking lot at a MacDonald's right now. I'm going to go rescue it during lunch, but I won't be able to fix it's feet until this weekend probably. The best I can do is bring it somewhere more hospitable.
It's just not right.