I knew my tires were getting worn, and decided to replace them after my five day tour of Eastern Ontario, a trip I took this summer. My motivation was to get the most life out of my tires, and deferring the cost of replacement at little longer. What a dumb decision that was!
During the ride I crossed the centre line while rounding a curve. It was a downhill right curve, with a decreasing radius. Visibility of the whole curve was good and I was riding at a normal (prudent) speed. Rounding the curve should have been routine. So I was surprised to find myself crossing the centre line. I was even more surprised at the steering effort needed to change my line and get my *** back to safety. It was as though the bike didn’t want to turn. I was cussing at my bike as I struggled to push the inside bar and dig in deeper to get it back across the line. After the situation was under control - I wondered WTF happened.
Later it dawned on me. The slow tire wear and corresponding slow deterioration of the bike’s handling caught up to me. Little did I notice my bike had become a pig to handle. By this time my front tire had a wide flat on the bottom, and each side was flattened as well. My rear was not as bad, flat in the centre, but still with radius up the sidewalls.
I took it easy for the rest of the trip and parked the bike when I got home until I got new tires.
As I rode home from the shop with the new tires , I was astounded at how amazingly light and responsive the steering had become. I literally had to learn to steer the bike again. What had become my normal steering inputs would have sent me into the ditch!
Never again will I wear out a set of tires to the extent I did those ones. My life may depend on it.
Cheers,
Mark Benson
Suzuki Bandit 1250
(dancing with new Michelin Pilot Road 4s)
During the ride I crossed the centre line while rounding a curve. It was a downhill right curve, with a decreasing radius. Visibility of the whole curve was good and I was riding at a normal (prudent) speed. Rounding the curve should have been routine. So I was surprised to find myself crossing the centre line. I was even more surprised at the steering effort needed to change my line and get my *** back to safety. It was as though the bike didn’t want to turn. I was cussing at my bike as I struggled to push the inside bar and dig in deeper to get it back across the line. After the situation was under control - I wondered WTF happened.
Later it dawned on me. The slow tire wear and corresponding slow deterioration of the bike’s handling caught up to me. Little did I notice my bike had become a pig to handle. By this time my front tire had a wide flat on the bottom, and each side was flattened as well. My rear was not as bad, flat in the centre, but still with radius up the sidewalls.
I took it easy for the rest of the trip and parked the bike when I got home until I got new tires.
As I rode home from the shop with the new tires , I was astounded at how amazingly light and responsive the steering had become. I literally had to learn to steer the bike again. What had become my normal steering inputs would have sent me into the ditch!
Never again will I wear out a set of tires to the extent I did those ones. My life may depend on it.
Cheers,
Mark Benson
Suzuki Bandit 1250
(dancing with new Michelin Pilot Road 4s)