On the way home, the journey started in bright sunshine. However around Alton, a small town in Hampshire, I rode through a storm which delivered a blizzard. I'm not kidding, like proper snowfall and lets just say it was bloody horrible. Less than ten minutes later I find myself riding under perfect blue skies in bright sunshine on dry tarmac.
The back of the bike seemed a bit 'off' on the way back home and when I filled up with fuel in the New Forest, I had a quick look at the back tyre and saw this.
So, being about ten mins from the team at Conquest in Three Legged Cross, I took the chance that they would still be there and headed over. I had intended on heading over there today anyway, but that was to drop of some parts for the Ducati.
Luckily, they were still there and was able to arrange for my wheels and tyres to be picked up from my house. Being without a car I had no real way of safely getting the bike and tyres to the garage. Yes I could have strapped them to the back of the bike, but that wasn't something I really wanted to do.
So, if I had gone to work on Monday, then there was a very real possibility that the rear could have failed on the way home the next day during my monster commute. However as it is, I was able to get home, take the wheels off the bike and have the new tyres fitted instead. See, it is very strange how things work out.
On a side note, my monster commutes will shortly be coming to an end, but that's a story for another time.