Mine will...hopefully, NEVER AGAIN.
Me and the C14 were working at the Tour of California bicycle race last year. Coming over the mountains toward the day's finish in Santa Barbara, I get a radio message calling me forward.
I am in the back back back, and need to be in front of a bunch of cars, and NOW.
So I hit it, and I am coming up on the team cars - the caravan is maybe 25 - 30 MCs, 10 CHP SUVs, two ambulances, 50 team cars, 5 Officials cars, etc. etc.
They are going about 40mph about to crest the summit, and I am trying to get by as many as I can before they speed up for the descent. We have the whole road, so it is 4-5 lanes wide, and I am going 70-75MPH. At least. Lots of room on the left, so no problem.
At the perfect *wrong* time, the last team car in the line pulls off to answer the call of nature. This is no gradual move, but fairly sharp, with brakes added. Naturally, I am going way too fast to move right. By the time I figure out that he is heading for the bushes, I am well and truly trapped. I grab a big ole handful, and he keeps getting closer. So I do what I have practiced. Stay calm, find the limits of traction, and make it happen.
Still in 5th gear, clutch in, front tire chattering HARD, he finally sees (or hears) me, and gives me a little room. As I let off on the brake lever, the rear tire drops to the ground. Three downshifts, and I bog away in 2nd.
Pirelli Angel GT.