I got my Jackal out of the shop, and today I took it for a ride to Miami Beach. I was so paranoid from having three flats on the Harley, I thought I had a flat tire every time I hit a lump in the pavement. During the last three miles, I was positive the rear tire was squirming, and I limped home. Naturally, there was nothing wrong with it.
Before this, on my last four rides, I had three flats and a battery that went dead because the idle speed was too law. Four bad rides in a row will really get into your head.