I'm no bike mechanic guru, but in my honest opinion your problem stems from the fact that you went to Kenton. Your bike, being telepathic, (like most bikes) knew this and said "What the fuck is in Kenton?!? Hell with that, I'm tappin out," or something to that effect. Solution: Don't go to Kenton. And it has been my experience that washing a bike is the worst thing you could do. First time I did it, lost my map. Second time, brand new Qualifier went flat. Third time, bent both fucking wheels and almost lost the bike. I have learned my lesson. My bike likes being a dirty little whore. And as such I ride it that way. (You dirty, dirty Gixster) :twisted: