Originally Posted by
Blackbird
The little fuckers would be well weighed down with these
. Reckon I got close to a kilo of them out of the nooks and crannies
That happened to us a few years back in Northland. We got into Dargaville having come through two stretches of road with this weird brown coloured gravel thrown over liquid tar.
I spent an hour at the side of the road pulling chips off both (white!) bikes. Back brakes were awful with it. The Aprilia I had then had so many nooks and crannies for the chips.
If I had seen a road worker over the course of the following hours I would probably be currently at her majesty’s pleasure right now. Never been so grumpy after a days riding!
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