So I'm riding back home, and I figure "what the hell", and start blastin 75+ by everyone in the left lane. I'd rather just get ahead of traffic, ya know.
Then as I got that smile on my face, I notice something "funny" with my throttle......it's slowly slipping down and my bike is Slowing down.

At first I thought my Throttle cable was slipping loose somehow....
Then I thought my Electrical system was dying.
Then it hit me......"I'm out of ****ing gas."
So as the motor is loosing power I quickly yank in the Clutch and the motor Instantly dies, and I coast to a small Jug Handle off the road.
So I hop off the bike, and get ready to switch it to Reserve...only problem is...I'm ON Reserve!

Finally got my brother to drop off some gas....only a few miles from home.
It really couldn't have happened on a better day...Not many cars on the road and I was in a calm mood.
Its usualy only two or three days. I guess my carbs must be running really rich. hehehe
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