So I am coming down the interstate doing about 80 or so in a 75 on a soft left turn. Suddenly, the steering gets wicked stiff. I lean over the side of the bike and notice that my front tire pressure is rapidly decreasing. I muscle her over to the median. Down to about 45 or so now, the handlebars start trying to go in to a tank slapper. I tell myself over and over and over, and (did I say over enough?) over soft hands, ease on the rear brake. As I tried to ease my weight back and continue with the soft hands drag the rear chant, she slowed down to about 10 miles per hour and leveled out. Quite the bitch to try and steer, but somehow I made it safely to a gas station and called in for a pickup. Once at the gas station, I realized that I had run over a nail. Guess who's getting new tires! Damn those nails in the road, but thank God for 12 years of riding under my belt. Honestly, that was the first time I have ever blown a tire while riding.