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Sorry Warren, I thought I may have implied in the Toy Run email that I would be going for a ride before and after the Run. If I didn't, I did mention it in the Run post. Sorry I didn't check for updates til I got home. Turns out no post ride was happening today anyhow, details down further.
This morning, I left as usual probably too early for most and seeing as though I hadn't heard from anyone, it was decided that rain or shine that this was my one opening in the last few weeks for some back road time. Layered up for warmth and a possibly drenching day, did all my pre-ride checks and inventoried my tools and such and off I went.
:bliss

arty time!!
Blasting along and still dry at the Kitimat River bridge area, my stupidity hit me hard, I had forgotten my main tool kit, the one with all the tools for when you are really in trouble. This just after the Pig did a sputter like some carbon hit the plug. Seems this anomaly happens in the same area everytime I head out. Turn around or go forward, the demons played havoc for awhile, but the angels overcame and I carried on. Now I'm thinking I'll go wake up Warren and use him for his tools just in case I run into trouble, crap it's only 9:15. Do I dare? Nope!! I turn and head up Williams Creek way and saunter along to around the 20 Km mark. Nice scenery, but as I'm chasing the sun, and losing, there is no time for pics. I turn back, don't know why but I did and head for Kleanza as I had every intention of getting this blast in before snowfall. On the return I run into a pickup sauntering along, this dude signals his pullover to let me pass, although I'm pulling aside to let him through at the same instance. Wow a signal, I can't believe it, on an FSR. If only people could do that on the highways.
So I creep along Kleanza, weary of the fact that I'm toolless, however I have the Spot. Run into 2 trucks, at least I'm not alone. Time for a break.
A little further along.
Hard to see but there is a dusting of snow.
In about 35 Km'ish +/_ and this.
Doable, I have got to stop saying that. Ok, better with a friend. Seeing as though I'm about due for the Toy Run, I make a hasty retreat.
Meet up at the weigh scales with Steve. Do the run and stop at the Northern for a donation. Off for a coffee at the Bucks and lo and behold I have my first official flat! The front is completely void of air. Filled her up and trudged along home. Went to rinse the Pig and she was already flat again.
So perhaps it was Karma. I believe the flat started possibly during the Toy Run or at the Northern donation. If I hadn't opted for the coffee with Steve, I may have never noticed until too late. Hmm. However, strangely enough throughout the day there was this little voice that kept saying "Don't be an idiot!" whenever I got frivolous on the throttle. Was it just me knowing that I had forgotten essential tools behind or something else?