Your girlfriend has to come get you when you're broke down. The bike had sat for a week as I was out of town for a few days. Beautiful day-55 degrees calm and sunny. I came home,said hello to the animals,kissed the girlfriend and said "I'm going for a ride." I opened the choke,put her on prime,checked the oil and tires(visually,I only gauge 'em once a month),checked for leaks,put on helmet and gloves and hit the start button. I could tell the battery was a little low but it managed to crank pretty good. After two tries (kinda unusual-she fires up quickly) she catches. I adjust the choke down and give her thirty seconds to warm up as I back out of the garage and turn around. Head down the street as I push the choke in. She's not running "right" like she's not warmed up. My fuel gauge reads a little low so showing me to be almost empty makes me think I'm OK. Six blocks from the house I pull into a gas station(Maybe I'll take a medium-long ride) she stalls as I stop at the pump. I fill her up- about $5 -stupid L tank,and try to start her. She won't catch. I try and think what it could be(with the headlight on) and then try again. She still won't fire. D'OH!!! I never hit the reserve and I drained the carbs too far. Switch the petcock to pri,count to fifteen and try again. Cranking slower now(headlight still on) no go. I started wondering if it might be something else.I duck walked the bike away from the pumps(face red) pull a couple plugs-tan and DRY. I call my girlfriend to bring the pickup and her battery cables. By the time she got there the prime setting on the petcock had done it's job,with the truck off and the cables hooked up she fired right up. She said she laughed al the way home.(I decided I didn't want to go for a ride after all). Now that I sat here and wrote this I feel better-River road here I come!