Friar Tuck
08-08-2004, 07:42 AM
Nice day yesterday so I dig the bike out!
S'funny the back tyres soft! thinks I, so I pump it up at the local garage, then blat off to meet a mate in Yarmouth. Come back to the the bike a bit later.
S'funny the tyres soft again! Thinks I, so pumps it up again at another garage, (in goes about 10-12 psi! Why do garages charge for effing air? B*st*rds!). Blats of home again.
Get home. Mm! Tyres down again! "It's a new tyre last years only done about 700 miles! BT010! Must have a slow leek around the valve!" thinks I! Checks the tyre carefully, can't see any nicks, cuts or naily type objects sticking out, so I decide to go to North Walsham to a rapid tyre place that does motorcycle tyres and repairs.
Get there. "Sorry Sir, can't repair bike tyres, it's illegal!" Ok ripp-off merchants put a new BT020 on at £131!
"I'll have the old tyre back please!" Says I, with intention of getting plugged at proper bike shop later. Gets the tyre back so I have a look inside the hoop.
There, just off the main tread line, was a dirty great big screw with a rent line of about an inch and a half! The screw had embeded itself at such an angle that the head had chewed off and driven itself so far into the rubber that you couldn't see it poking out at all! And I had been doing a good few naughty miles an hour on this all morning! Sheesh!
Bloody lucky really, even more so considering me being a complete tosspot and should have taken the tyre off and sorted it as soon as I saw the flat tyre to start with!
S'funny the back tyres soft! thinks I, so I pump it up at the local garage, then blat off to meet a mate in Yarmouth. Come back to the the bike a bit later.
S'funny the tyres soft again! Thinks I, so pumps it up again at another garage, (in goes about 10-12 psi! Why do garages charge for effing air? B*st*rds!). Blats of home again.
Get home. Mm! Tyres down again! "It's a new tyre last years only done about 700 miles! BT010! Must have a slow leek around the valve!" thinks I! Checks the tyre carefully, can't see any nicks, cuts or naily type objects sticking out, so I decide to go to North Walsham to a rapid tyre place that does motorcycle tyres and repairs.
Get there. "Sorry Sir, can't repair bike tyres, it's illegal!" Ok ripp-off merchants put a new BT020 on at £131!
"I'll have the old tyre back please!" Says I, with intention of getting plugged at proper bike shop later. Gets the tyre back so I have a look inside the hoop.
There, just off the main tread line, was a dirty great big screw with a rent line of about an inch and a half! The screw had embeded itself at such an angle that the head had chewed off and driven itself so far into the rubber that you couldn't see it poking out at all! And I had been doing a good few naughty miles an hour on this all morning! Sheesh!
Bloody lucky really, even more so considering me being a complete tosspot and should have taken the tyre off and sorted it as soon as I saw the flat tyre to start with!