Erm, yes, sorry Bloomers and co for the rather abrupt entrance
It seemed like a good idea at the time but I did get the distinct impression that the punters out the front of the pub weren't amused by my antics. I can only apologise and say explicitly that
I felt like I was 10 years old and loved every moment I'd never do it again
It was tough but I had to wait, drink beers and have a chuckle with Bloomers and co until the AA came and rescued the bike and I.
The skid started at the car park entrance and the tyre blew about where the hedge is. Garmin reports that the skid start speed was 26mph. It paced out 27 and quarter which should give ~27 metres, one day I'll grab the photos and work it out precisely.
I've since swapped the tyres for the new gators and given them a thorough inspection. They were indeed past their best, rubber has started to become brittle and they have more cuts than a Greek budget. They are also throwing threads out all over the place as can be seen in piccy two.
That set of gators have taken me through many adventure over the ~6-7000 mile of use. I think it's right they died at their spirtual home of the Compasses