Whilst we're discussing Discs on fire.........I'd like to tell you a little story, as Max Bygraves used to say. (Who's Max Bygraves, I hear from some of you?..... only some, mind!:highly_amused
In my other life as a mechanic, I was taking a customers Ford Cargo truck for it's annual MOT. I had, had the vehicle steam cleaned (an MOT requirement) and had carried out all repairs necessary to enable it to pass it's test. My garage was situated in Hull, and the test station was in Beverley, a distance of some 7 miles or so. Now anyone who has worked on trucks will know that steam cleaning will soak the brake linings/shoes and will cause the brake drums and discs to get contaminated with crud and stuff, and will also rust quite badly! So to overcome this problem, I would drive along for a bit, on my way to the test station, applying the foot and hand brakes to generate heat to dry them out and to clean off any crap that had found it's way onto the linings. It had always worked a treat, until that day! So I was driving along, having finished my drying out procedure a few miles back, when I noticed a car behind me furiously flashing his headlights! This went on for maybe half a mile before I eventually pulled up to ask why he was flashing his lights, presumably at me?
He said you are on fire! do you want me to ring the fire brigade? I looked back to see that my near side rear wheel was on fire (obviously the brake) I told him not to bother as I would sort it. (God knows how) Then I remembered there was a hard hat in the cab (scaffolders truck) and luckily it was winter! I grabbed the hat, ran to a ditch along side the road and after two hats full I had the fire out! I thanked the car driver and thought that as I had come this far, I might as well carry on and at least have the MOT carried out to see if there was anything else, other than the brakes, it might fail on. It was obvious, right, that the truck was going to fail it's test! the rear brake disk was glowing red, the rubber bellows around the caliper pistons were like carbon and the pads smelled like burning clutch linings. Anyway I drove the last mile or so to the Ministry Test Station, presented the vehicle, and the bloody thing passed!!!
No kidding, this was a proper Ministry of Transport test station, so there was no back handers or fiddles. The smell of burning was unbelievable!
What this episode showed me, was that brakes can take a lot of abuse, more than you could ever imagine, and unbelievably, still work.
Obviously I didn't leave the brakes like that. When I got back to my workshop I tried to find out what had caused the the brake to catch fire but was unable to find the reason, though Ford Cargo's at that time, were well known for rear brakes binding. So I replaced the disc, the caliper and, as a precaution, the brake master cylinder.
OK...nothing to do with bikes, but I thought it was an interesting tail :apologetic: