Just cranking it on the final section of a ride today with a stoker whose sight is even worse than mine. We're giving it some beef round the last roundabout, less than a mile from tea and cake, when this sound like a gunshot renders the middle of Rugby momentarily silent.
The back tyre had let go in spectacular fashion.
Despite the fact that we were cranked over, and that the tyre started to peel from the rim, I was able to bring the bike upright and to make a safe stop. I was amazed because about five years back we had a blowout whilst in a straight line on the old tandem and it bucked and wriggled and slewed all over the shop dumping us onto the tarmac with a spiteful intent. Margaret Hilda was impeccably well behaved and glided imperiously to a halt.
I haven't yet inspected the damage but I think those Marathon Plus tyres I bught a few weeks back are due a fitting.
