OK guys, lets get something straight here, there was nothing wrong with my brain until I hit the track. (brain fart).
Why would I suddenly think I had a clutch, when it was the only bike I had been riding for 5 years ?
Why would I want to stop in the middle of the track and hold up proceedings by putting on either brakes ?
All I was trying to do, was to roll as far as I could in the hope of saving to push it to the first exit.
The back wheel was locked on well before the 8th and I lost control going through the 8th before low siding just after it.
The reason Bill pulled the bike from service was that it was making a noise when he next started it up.
Sam.