I almost ran out my first week on the Commando but the bike sputtered right in front of the gas station. ...
51 years ago, on what must have been about my third or fourth ride on my "S", I decided to have a look down a little unpaved lane (it was a "scrambler", right? People can ride them for hundreds of miles in Baja on dirt roads, It will be easy ... children are so gullible). I got about 1/0 of a mile (.16 km) down the lane with lots of foot paddling, the big Avon on the rear spinning anywhere the surface was smooth, and the little ribbed attire on the front rim catching on the tiniest rut so then I decided to turn around. The ride back to the hard surfaced road wasn't any easier -- and then 10 feet (3.39 meters) from the main road, the engine stopped. Quick look, no fuel in the pipe. OK, I said, the owner's book says to turn on the reserve. Umm, why is the reserve tap pointing downward already? I turned the reserve tap, knowing that it was useless - nope, no fuel in the clear pipe no matter what I tried.
Well, hell, dummy, *another* nice trick you've pulled. There was a small grassy hump to get over to get to the paved road and a slight up incline to get to that. With breathless pushing, boot soles slipping on the grass (no grass in Baja, right??), feeling as if I had carried the bike out on my back, the front wheel pops over the crest of that little berm and I look down the road. The way into town is actually a bit down hill - so subtle I'd never noticed, but a push out and it rolls, hop on and we're doing 15 - 20 Mph (23 - 30 Kph) coasting down the hill. After a mile or so, with no incident, I coasted up to a fuel pump.
"All's well that ends well but take a lesson from this", I thought. I was so relieved that I didn't even check on how much fuel it took to fill. That's OK, being a poor Uni student who had spent his life savings to buy the Norton of his dreams, I probably had only about 40 cents (3 bob, 7 pence, a ha'penny and a farthing at then exchange rates; about 32 new pence now), I could have filled the tank but I wanted to keep a nickel in my pocket to buy a Pepsi after all that sweating.
I've never clicked the gear selector into gear to set off without a check on the reserve tap since but I've never had to use reserve and I've never run out of fuel since then. "I'm an under-achiever, but I'm not stupid", Jake Harper, 2009.
(If any reader is familiar with the roads around Chapel Hill, NC, USA, this little stunt was about where now I-40 crosses NC 86, the road to Hillsborough. The downhill road was then "Airport Rd." now "Martin Luther King Dr." - a useful downhill stretch into town, indeed.)