As in braking in the wet at high speed and having the fronts lock due to insufficient weight transfer. As Humphrey Bogart famously proclaims, just before the tower blows up, “Look at me Mama, I’m on top of the world!”
No worries, had the sense, and room, to release and reapply the brakes even more gradually before doom irrevokeably descended. Still got me thinking that fitting bigger front brakes maybe wasn’t next on the list of things to do…