Pssssst...................ah shit

I find myself once looking at the canlendar and it's Tuesday. Tuesday's I head down to Jacksonville to be a DD for one of my friends. The day was very warm, sunny with big white puffy clouds. At 4:30 pm I head down Heckshure Drive towards Jacksonville. There were a few slow folks but the ride that I ride weekely is or can be interesting as it windes along coastal water ways, Jax's port and the major shipping lanes in Jacksonville. I admired the scenery, the birds the bridges, and folks fishing. as I was over the last bridge and heading towards Jaxs Port, I feltt a slight little sway. I had books and clothing loaded on broard so maybe cargo shifted a bit??? My hopeful thinking. as I got off the throttle the little sway stopped, it was an odd sensation to say the least. The first thing my mind said is shit! Then to test my minds theory  I gave more throttle to get up to speed, yep just as I thought the sway was back. Dam it, I knew what it ment instantly. Of course as I was getting closer to Jacksonville the summer T storms or pop up shows stared. Awesome, I crossed over the train tracks there, when the rain began, I merged on to Heckshure towards 9A no problem. The sway a bit stronger so I got into the left lane, hit the hazards and pushed my King to the gate station. King's are pretty heavy bikes and to push them with this problem just makes matters worse. I pushed to the gate gas station at 9A and Heckshure and stopped in front of the air compressor thing, I knew what was wrong. I was hopping since the dealer was only about 10-15 minutes away I could fill the tire and it would be enough to keep me going to Atlantic and the Regency Dealership

    Nope no such luck, So being that the king was all dressed up I had to lay on the ground in the rain with mud and oil everywhere now to fill the tire, as I filled the tire a high pitched squeel occured and as fast as the air went in it came back out again. At this point I'm standing there with my phone to my ear and air hose in my hand as I was rolling the hose back up to its hook and a dude comes over and says, "I think you've got a flat back tire" I looked at him and said, "really?" so he said,  "ya need to put air in the tire", I said, "I already tried as fast as it goes in it comes back out. I've already called for a tow. Thank you" He said, " darling do you know what tire valve is, did ya try filling it up?" I just looked at him, he grabbed the hose and began filling me tire, then proclaimed the airs coming out as fast as I put it in your going to need a tow, and ya know ya need a flat bed." I said." ah thank you. I got it covered" do you know after he left 3 more guys came over to tell me the same thing, none of them believed I tried to put air in the tire and the third one was shocked when the flatbed pulled up. So now I wait and wait. They won't get to my tire cause I'm local, don't the dealerships realize that to some folks their bike is their only relable transportation. Now I got to go and put a flame up someone's butt, I know there's noting in the tire, I know the little rubber strip caused the tube to rupture, cause the air made a high pitched squeel, and with the rain air bubble formed around the valve stem and spokes, as I rolled the bike too I looked for puntures or debrie stuck in the tire.............................so I am stuck in Jacksonville and frustrated! well have a great day! "T"