The speed should't matter if the tyres are OK... Then there build for it.
Droven a fair amount on circuit with motorcycles my self... speed isn't the enemy
Also not young and dumb (in some cases yes, just not always)... Wealthy and able too...
Seconded.
A tire has an age limit and a speed index (at least in Europe). A tire should be changed after 4 years of age/use, when showing any sign of damage or accelerated aging (cracks, small bits flying off etc.).
I was speeding when i was younger and i was loving it, but i always checked on the environment (sight, street quality, weather) and was extremely focused and aware of the traffic, looking ahead as far as possible etc. It's like a drug. Now i am too old, it's really stressful to go over 150km/h on the highway now, so this is my actual speed limit.
yep tires do have speed ratings .
He may have had a good tire and hit a rut in the road which can pop a good tire.
True, but it has to be a big rut. Once i had a flat tire because of a rut, and i had less than 50km/h on the meter.
I also just remembered the day i stopped speeding excessively, when i witnessed two people dying in a spectacular accident on the highway. They were driving over two lanes, chatting excitedly with each other, while speeding between 150 and 200 on the outermost lane, i considered them to be on drugs or drunk (which is the same on second though). I just tried to pass them, but their driving made me follow them (up too close sometimes, i admit) when they suddenly touched the concrete blocks that are placed along the middle of the highway, and those are fatal because they bounce the car back like a snooker table. So they lost control, skidding right, left and then 90 degrees to the right again, crashed into the side of a bus and then, at the moment i was passing, the car bounced off the wheels, rotated 180 degrees and crashed roof-down from about 5-6 feet high onto the street. The people in the bus were at eye level with the two in the car, but upside-down. Finally it was sliding into the line of concrete blocks, which i observed through the back mirror, and the pile of metal, glass and plastics was no higher than 2 feet, with exception of the hood area.
I can still hear the the pulsating sound the fair wind was making, when i was speeding away until i came to myself seconds later, pulled out the phone and called the emergency number.
The look of the car upside down in the air is unforgettable.
