Cheers for stopping,Al
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Yup...out of all the dozens of bikes Glambabe and I saw,including one Police bike,only two stopped.
One was a local guy who rode home and returned with his mobi and a can of Tyreweld.
The other was one Brassmonkey of this parish.
After pissing about on the phone with a cascade call and then a list of irrelevent questions and 'repeat please'..'please can you be spelling that again'..etc,etc,the fecking paki/indian/whatever hardly intelligible offshore call centre bolloxed up my location.
I couldn`t have said it clearer to him or been more concise than with 'We are Eastbound on the A50 at the junction with the A511'.
The result was a breakdown guy from CANNOCK traipsing up and down the A50 looking for us and a 3 hour wait.
Could have pushed the fecking NTX home by then.
The inner tube was brand new and had only done 130 miles since being fitted.
It`s not punctured...it has failed.
Nope...I didn`t have a spare tube or feckoff big tyre levers and pump to fit it and inflate it,but they`re going to be stashed somewhere on the bike in future.
I`ve always carried tubeless repair kits on my tubeless bikes,and the Urals have spare wheels....so I`ll just have to equip my NTX (and the Enfield) with their own repair gear.
Ah well.....for a few hours we knew what it must be like to own a 1200.