Norm
Wizard
My friend Frank just traded in his BMW G650GS for a K1300 (ST at the end of that I believe). So of course we had to have a ride together. Afterwards we parted to return home and I pretended I was a track star as I leaned hard on the super sharp right hand turn entrance ramp to I 495. My knee was within inches from the ground. My usually firm and planted ride insidiously changed to an uncertain vague feeling like I was riding on a solid sheet of tar snakes. I immediately brought myself back up as I was hugging the inside corner and had plenty of road. Once I got up I knew what I had done...run out of tire. Sure enough:
No chicken strips
For comparison:
A quarter inch of virgin rubber on the left:
A friend of mine observed that there is usually more unused tread on the right and I believe this as turning hard left has always been preferable for me...which is why I work hard to even that out. When I played tennis in high school it was considered good ethic to pound your weak spots till they no longer felt weak. Same with everything I guess.
Anyway, don't try this at home boys and girls. Go to a track. I may get there eventually. Until then I'll be researching my next set of aggressive tires.
No chicken strips
For comparison:
A quarter inch of virgin rubber on the left:
A friend of mine observed that there is usually more unused tread on the right and I believe this as turning hard left has always been preferable for me...which is why I work hard to even that out. When I played tennis in high school it was considered good ethic to pound your weak spots till they no longer felt weak. Same with everything I guess.
Anyway, don't try this at home boys and girls. Go to a track. I may get there eventually. Until then I'll be researching my next set of aggressive tires.
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