Years ago, I went on a group ride with a bunch of guys from work (Air Force). One Harley, couple of sportbikes but our intent was to all stay as a group and have a nice relaxing ride. Buddy and I decided to play on a straightaway. On a closed course, I saw an indicated 130mph (nothing for my old bike, it would show indicated 170mph topped out). All the sudden, I was in a high speed wobble, could not control it for shite.
Laid OFF the throttle and wrestled that bitch back under control. I was headed for the guardrail in the opposing lane. Got it under control, slowed back down to about 45mph. Fellow riders caught up, pointed to the front tire, flat.
Weird thing is, pulled into the next gas station (yes, I road it on a flat for about 5 more miles), took a chance at putting some air into it and it held. It had a HUGE bubble on it, but held air back home, some 20 miles or so.
Thanked my guardian angel and my lucky stars that day.
James