Thursday afternoon we (my SO and I) headed of for a bit of R&R at The Forest Resort out at Creswick. Another golfing resort, waste of a good motocross track if you ask me. I suppose it takes a lot of skill to hit a perfectly still ball, NOT. . And there isn’t even anyone there trying to take it off you at the same time. Pfftt I’d rather go riding Out through Yarra Glen, Kinglake, and a coffee at Whittlesea. Just out of Kilmore on the Lancfield road I get this not so funny weaving wobbling sensation. We were clipping along a bit and there was a crosswind and for a short while thought it was the wind playing with me. Suddenly I came to the conclusion that it was something more sinister. Back off slowly, careful now, don’t use the brakes, now find somewhere safe to pull over. “She that must be obeys” pulls up behind me tells me off for clowning around on the highway then realises that there is a problem. I remember a week ago finding my rear tire presser down considerably, looking further I had found a tiny nail that I pulled out and suitably plugged the hole. I have used the plugs a few times and never had any problems. I have even plugged a new tire and worn it out. No problems in the 17,000km. I am suspicious of the plug so I go looking for it or where it should have been; meanwhile I am getting grilled about whether I have joined RACV Totalcare yet? I must join sometime I say, so that was no points for me. I did impress her with my skill of lifting seat, having a replugging kit and having a small electric pump to re-inflate the tire. Fifteen minuets later and we're on the road. 20k down the road I get that feeling again. I know the drill, pull over, yes the plug is gone, no dear I still haven’t joined RACV. Use a full plug this time, I had cut the plugs in half, they’re expensive you know. 10 minutes latter we’re off up the road at a reduced pace. Decided to stop at Woodend and find some glue to help these pestie plugs stay in place if I happen to lose another. No help in Woodend, it is closing time after all. Found a pushbike repair kit at the servo and we’re off towards Daylesford. I find myself pulling over yet again. Ring the resort tell them we’ll be late. Another plug well coated with pushbike glue this time and wait for that little pump to do its thing. Good value that pump, well worth the expense of pulling over and rescuing it from the roadside hard rubbish. A slow trip to Creswick into the resort and yes the key was under the mat, and a very nice unit it was to. And a big thank you to the one person who had the decency to do a u-turn and come back and ask if we where ok. Glad to see some people still do check that you’re ok. If things get any worse I might have to join the RACV. After settling in we head off for something to eat two-up on the Thunderbird. Not much open this hour of the night so we settle for a steak sandwich at the fish and chips shop, very nice it was to. Back up to the unit, the Beemer stands forlornly outside. Its not used to being left behind its usually the Thunderbird that guards the accommodation when we go out on one bike. I inspect my tire I can’t see any evidence of damage from being run flat, and the plug is holding in well, the glue has set. Things look good for tomorrow.