Check your spare tires...

[sniper7]

hey irving, you got a big ole metal bolt in your tire.
you should probably get that taken care of.

[Irving]

Couldn't plug it because it was about 50% bigger than the plug. Had to buy a new tire. I've been doing so well saving money by not eating out lately too.

[clublights]

Couldn't plug it because it was about 50% bigger than the plug. Had to buy a new tire. I've been doing so well saving money by not eating out lately too.

I saw the handle for inserting the plug in the background and thought "yeah thats not gunna work"

[ray1970]

I would have patched it.

[waxthis]

Idiot light on the dash told me low tire pressure, so I check all 4 tires and they are perfect. Come to find out the spare was 10 psi low...How the hell?

[lpgasman]

I know my spare is good, its on the front of my truck. Damn I need tires!

[TFOGGER]

Most tires lose some air over time, either because they don't seal perfectly to the rim, or leak at the valve stem/core. The smaller the tire, the more pressure loss you will see, because the volume of air in the tire is smaller. Bike tires are particularly bad in this respect. More than half of the bikes that come into my shop have tires that are down 25% or more from the motorcycle manufacturer's recommended pressures. And throw away those shitty pencil style gauges. They're about as accurate as a Denver weather forecaster, and as repeatable as a carnival fortune teller.

[Ridge]

My spares look okay

[RblDiver]

another 8 weeks and you'll need to change over to fall air.

Or, if you're rich, Perri-air?

[generalmeow]

I was driving in the middle of nowhere, Queensland, Australia, in a rented car, through sugarcane fields about 15 feet high on each side of the road. I was with my girlfriend at the time. It was so remote no cars were coming by.

I got a flat. Got out to put on the spare, and the spare was flat. I take out the cell phone to call the rental company, and the phone dies. Fuck.

We started walking up the road, and it just so happened that there was a small cinder block farmhouse. Maybe 10'x20'. Just cinder blocks and a roof. We knocked on the door, and this really scary looking guy answered, and we asked if he happened to have a phone. He said yeah, come in. We go inside, and it's just him and his two sons living in there, none of them have shirts on, they're filthy, and living in squalor.

He lets me use the phone, I call the rental company and tell them where I'm at. While I'm talking on the phone, the dad says "stay right here", and leaves the house and I see him go out back to his shed to get something. I think "oh fuck", and I tell my girlfriend under my breath to leave immediately. For a split second I thought the guy was going to come out with an axe or a gun and kill us. My heart was pounding. I don't think he came back from the shed with anything. And he didn't kill us.

We went back to our car and waited for about an hour, and after about 30 minutes the scary guy comes straight out of the sugarcane at us and knocks on the window. I thought again, "we're going to die". He just asked if we wanted to come back to the house and have some tea. We did not care for any tea at that moment.