While riding back from a trip out west this past summer, my daughter and I were having breakfast in White River, Ontario, on the north side of Lake Superior. While eating, I noticed a guy travelling on a Harley across the road at a restaurant there paying a lot of attention to his rear tire, people coming to look at it and talk to him.
After breakfast we rode over thinking he may have a nail or something and might be able to use my plug kit. Turned out that his tire was showing the cords like in the picture above. Look at a map - White River is literally in the middle of nowhere - keep going 4.5 hours west to a motorcycle dealer, or backtrack 3.5 hours east to a dealer. He had already contacted the HD dealer in Thunder Bay (4.5 hours west) to alert them that he may be needing a trailer ride from somewhere along the highway, but he was also considering turning around and going the 3.5 hours to Sault Ste Marie for the closer dealer....
I suggested he was probably best off going west since that was the direction he was heading, then we continued since there was nothing else we could do.
I’ve often wondered what he decided to do and how it went for him...