Went for a ride this morning, I'd done around 50 miles and just fancied a bite to eat and a cuppa.
Dropped onto the A5 north of Towcester to drop in at Jack's Hill Caf� and as I turned to go into the car park the steering had gone real heavy and a tad wobbly.
Puncture thinks I and unfortunately I wasn't wrong.
Couple of hours later my sister in law draws up with the horse box and gives me a ride home.
I went 20+yrs without a puncture on the road and now I've had 2 in under 6 months, one on my old YR5 350 late last year and today on the Z, c'est la vie I suppose.

Pete.