So, I made the mistake of thinking of others Saturday morning and went by the local Wal-Mart to buy some diaper rash cream for the baby before my usual weekend morning bluff-strafing.

As I left the lot, I heard what I thought was a rock being thrown from my rear tire. I
usually notice what I hit, so I thought it was odd that I would have hit a rock, seeing as how I didn't see one in my path. I came to a stop at the light and looked around behind me . . . no rock; no ticked off, your-rock-just-hit-my-Hummer motorists . . . so I kept on.
An hour or so later, I started noticing that the bike was handling really sloppily. I suspected that the M-1 I've had on the front for somethign near 5K miles was going bad. No biggie. THe edges have been worn smooth for a while now anyway.
My sogginess became progressively worse to the point that I thought the (don't laugh at me

) forks were loose, or that maybe the front tire was coming loose. I came to this realization while leaned over at 60 mph, in the middle of a 30 mph turn. Yikes.
I pull over . . . flat rar tire. 2" Screw hanging loosely from the gaping chasm that it had created earlier as I left Wal-Mart.
Long story short(er), I had to park the bike where it sat. I had to try a few houses before a muu-muu clad Tiptonite

allowed me to use her phone.
The wife was (of course) asleep, and was pissed

that she had to interrupt her "nothing" to come and pick me up.
I wound up lugging a compressor out there and tossing a plug in it to get it home. I didn't ride Sunday morning, because of that plug.
I'm trying to decide whether I should just take it easy on the plug, or if I should get a patch. The rear's probably got another 2000-2500 miles left on it.
If I go the patch route, I'll probably go ahead and either buy or make a wheel mounting setup and balancer.
If the shop patches the tire, they'll want $45. I can make the wheel stuff for half of that, and I can buy the wheel stuff (including a patch kit, I'm guessing) for about $150.
I've got $150, that's not a problem . . . I just can't shake the feeling that a plug is okay.

I took it up to 90 mphi (~84 mpha) on the way home. Felt fine. I have plugs in almost every one of my truck tires. I go a hundred in it if I have to (never really have to, thank God).
I am a firm believer that the motorcycling community is subject to a certain amount of "hype marketing," like our $30 tire mount and balance, where a much heavier car tire only costs $5 . . . or our "motorcycle oil must be used" belief (I follow that one myself).
Is it possible that the whole "GOOD GOD DON'T RIDE WITH A PLUG MAN, ARE YOU A NUT???!?!?!??"

angle is just another myth designed to pad the pockets of the stealerships???