And without damage...
Just when you reach a point there's at least moderate confidence that most of the stupid you're likely to cause you have caused, well, not quite.
In my chicken sh*t little two car garage there are the three bikes, the old FXR2, the almost that old 2000 triple red Road Glide, and the almost that old 02 Candy Brandy Road King. Along with them is a 65 El Camino project, a few (more than a few perhaps), parts, an LS engine on a stand, and... enough stuff that keeping a working/walking path through is doable. Creative but doable. It means the bikes are close to each other. The Road King is forward of the other two a little and on the lift. Front wheels of the other two just forward of the back wheel of the Road King.
Working in the office earlier heard an unusual something. Dogs couldn't have caused what I heard (one dog can cause almost anything but I was doubtful he caused this). Walk out in the garage and the Road King, on the lift, is laid out over well over 45 degrees on its left side. I'm sure it's come down on the FXR and that the Road King is going to be trashed on its left side. Had it gone the other way it would have been all over the Road Glide.
Thinking several bad thoughts I walk over to that side and nothing is on anything. The saddlebags were off the Road King. If they'd been on the left bag would have been punctured by the FXR's crash bar. The two bikes are intermixed, but not touching. And the Road Ring isn't actually laying hard on any of its own bits either.
The SERK is held as it by the tire chock protruding into the sidewall of the front tire. The front tire blew out just setting there. I forget the name of the chock (not a Condor). Have had this thing for many years. Front wheel is cupped by the chock. The side of the chock is dug in to the right sidewall and that's what kept the bike from falling flat on to its side (and fully off the lift, into a tool box, and all over the FXR).
Chock is also dug in to the sidewall enough I can't stand the bike back up. If I shoved hard enough (assuming I even could) I'd have almost certainly pushed the bike all the way up and over on to its other side. This, seemingly, defeated the purpose...
I was all of amused, bemused, and temporarily flummoxed.
Finally a couple of ratchet straps (crash bar on the right side and over the bike to the left side of the frame pulling back to the right) while digging tire spades between the chock and tire's right sidewall let me slowly right the bike. Upright enough to put a flat bike jack under the bike on the lift. Then came the opportunity to stop for a minute, go pee, and really try to sort out what happened.
The tires weren't old. Put them on during the Covid year. Yes, during the Covid year when all inventories were stupid and nothing could be bought. They were then new. The date stamp on both the front and rear is 19 years old. The dry rot was obvious where the wheel chock was dug in but it wasn't anyplace else. And I never looked at the date codes when the "new" tires showed up back when purchased.
At this point no clue at all who they were purchased from and wouldn't/couldn't do anything about it now anyway. But, well, damn.