I really should listen to my own advice......
On the way out Sat morning remembered I needed fuel, low and behold the light was on when I started the monster, 17 miles it was showing.
Was running late to meet a friend for an early morning blast, so thought it would be ok to get across town.
How wrong was I!!!
Considering there is a garage 30 secs from home which I duly rode past, I only have myself to blame. Ran out of fuel a minute past onto the dual carriage way. No way to get off and had to pull over on the chevrons of a bloody slip road which lead up a hill to another dual carriageway.
What a Effing Pratt!!!
Had to ring said mate and ask for rescue, he was not happy but did come to me aid.
Interestingly half the bikers that went past did not even acknowlegde me (even the Black Monster 695) a few did and I waved them on.
ahhhh...Karrma..after I told that chap you should fill up as soon as the light goes on. Hehehehehe!