Poltergeist Puncturist! Garage Flats.  It’s 1:30 in the frick’n morning and I needed to bloat in some hydration.  All bleary eyed and parched like the Sahara Desert, I wandered to the kitchen to finish off that double IPA {Firestone}.  Gulp. Gulp.  BOOM!  Hissssssssssss!! {You know the sound} I stumbled into the garage to n’vestigate the suspicion; front tire went all blown out; blewy.  The violation hole had been sittin just on top of the “O” in the rim tape; nothing dastardly there.  The tire and tube had about 650 miles on them.  It was inflated to 120psi that morning when I put it away.  Figures; it didn’t have one single patch.  Those “radial“ impressions near the puncture were probably jacked into the tube from the stem when it was factory folded; dunno, maybe it was the culprit of imperfection.  Luckily it wasn’t during mach-speed descent.

Poltergeist? Certain.

Es Muy Voodoo! AniMaUx!