My first bike was an old Ducati, with baffles removed. We were newly married; it was a sunny Saturday morning. I went for a ride, sending notice to all my bleary-eyed neighbors, while my wife decided for a leisurely bath.
A couple of blocks away I too ran out of gas with it already switched to reserve. I didn’t want to leave it there so I pushed it all the way home.
Needless to say, all that my wife heard was the back door slamming open, and heavy breathing as I dragged my sorry butt down the hall.
She truly thought she was dead as I burst through the bathroom door and exclaimed, “I ran out of Gasâ€Â.
Gerry
