So I ride home, pick up my G.F. and off we go to West Virginia to meet up with a few friends. Things a going smoothly, beautiful day, music going in my earphones. About 2 hours in, we hit traffic, I begin to slow down pretty quickly, and my rear brakes feel kinda funny. We come to a stop, and I notice a funny smell as well. I ask the G.F. if she had allowed her leather to touch the exhaust. she says no, and that she smells it too. Then POOF...a large puff of smoke engulfs me. At first I thought it was coming from the exhaust of the car in front of me. I put my left foot down, and it nearly slips out from under me. Hmmm....oily freeway I guess. I look down...and my entire left leg is covered with oil!! Son of a Bitch...not now!! I go over to the birm, and slowly make it to the next exit and pull into a gas staion. Park the bike, take a look, and sure enough, the oil site tube split in half lengthwise. Oil all over the rear tyre, the side of the bike, my leg, the G.F.'s back, EVERYWHERE!! I have a spare piece of tube in my tool bag, but last time i used it, it was a pain in the Ass to put it on, because it was rather rigid, and needed to be heated a bit to go over the barbs. Well...luckily right next door there was an Auto Zone. I go over, buy a piece of chain saw gasoline tube, and replace the old tube. 350 miles later...and holding up like a champ. At first I was afraid the heat would melt it, because it was not as thick as the previous tubing. But I cut it a bit long so it curves slightly away from the oil tank and doesnt touch it. Had it not been for traffic, I probably would of lost all my oil, or worse yet, took an aweful spill on an oil soaked rear wheel