No idea how far on a full tank. 24 miles on reserve. MKIII Interstate, 1up, BAP taps.
Ran out of main, the engine stopped, at a slightly graded intersection 1 mile from home. Went on reserve, waited 15 seconds and continued home for the 1 mile.
Removed tank for other purposes but did manage to shake 1/2 gallon out into a clear plastic 1 gallon bottle using the reserve tap.
Job done, refitted tank, fueled from spare can, maybe 4 gallons total.
Weeks later after more partial refueling was on a solo adventure exploring north west country roads (30-50 mph) never before traveled by myself.
5:15 pm ran out of main, went on reserve and continued on. RI covers an area the size of a moderate pimple so no reason for concern.
Eventually intersected with a major road, US44, a lake thought to be Watermans directly opposite the intersection. Left should lead towards Greenville. Good.
The BIG SIGN stating Welcome to Connecticut meant I was headed west, a 3 mile excursion in the wrong direction. Some concern. Turned around.
All the while expecting a gas station right around the next bend.
I never knew there are no gas stations once inside RI on US44 east for a long, long way. I either overlooked them or they don't exist.
Ran out of reserve on an uphill corner just beyond Chepachet. Certain concern. Coasted to a stop and tipped her over to the left peg and waited 30 seconds. Started and on my way.
Ran out again 3 miles further along on another uphill. Turned her perpendicular to the rise and tipped over on the left peg again. Fervent concern.
Ran out again on a long downhill. Coasted into a gas station, deserted, not even a desk in the office. Repeated the tipping exercise on level ground. Continued on.
1/4 mile another gas station, pulled in, no lights inside, seemed deserted. (Found out next day later they were in fact open and I should have tried the door).
Ran out for the final time on level ground in traffic at a stop light. Pushed her into a church parking lot.
What now? No phone. Went across the road to a Fire House seeking to borrow some fuel. It took a long time to go up the chain of command to get a no can do.
A good soul, off duty fireman found an empty fuel can, gave me a lift to and from a gas station and I'm on my way.
Very nearly got myself smashed at the next intersection by an idiot not looking where he was going while he was crossing against the light and against traffic.
I actually saw the whites of his eyes when he spotted me, the closest I ever came without impact and they were right, it usually happens within 5 miles of home.
Moral of the story: Adventures are nice, 24 miles is possible on reserve, I need a taller stand pipe on the main tap and none of this would have happened if I was in church alongside the missus.
All the best.