As those of you who went to the GP dinner may be aware, Stewy picked up a puncture on his way home after the dinner nearly 2 weeks ago. In the week and a half he was off the bike because of this I was constantly giving him a light-hearted ribbing at every possible opportunity. (it was all in good fun ) This Saturday arvo he finally got the new tyre onto his bike and we went for a ride. Not long after I got back from the ride I jump back on my bike to head out and catch up with some other mates. Before I get out of the drive I feel my bike is handling like a pig so I hop off it and have a look over it. :? Fark me, it has a flat rear tyre. So now my bikes up on the stand so I can get the rear wheel off. Moral of the story, :twisted: Karma's a b1tch and she bites hard. :twisted: Oh, and Stewy refuses to have a laugh at me, because he's worried his front tyre might get a puncture if he does.