Yesterday was meant to be the first post-lockdown organised run out with one of the local clubs hereabouts . . . Hmm.
45 miles from home, AMC mounted, 08.00 hours Sunday morn, 5 miles short of departure point . . . grinding deflationary halt. Bugger.
Luckily, a friend with a Yamaha gave me a lift back home to get my van, and the afternoon was spent cursing doing my absolutely unfavourite job. Surprisingly large hole, will see if I can get the cover plugged with one of the things that are good on tubeless tyres, as it had quite a bit of life in it, that K71. Meantime, I stuck an Avon Roadrider on, with a new super thick Moto-X Michelin tube, as it was the only new rear end 19-incher to hand. Oh well . . . worse things happen, could have been at speed, on a bend, not in a straight line in a speed restricted area. 26mm x 2.5mm sharp objects will go through anything though, if they get the angle right!