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So last sunday on the way to seacoast a funny thing happened.....
I left my house with a half a tank of gas for the 50 mile ride to the store to meet ducdave and company.....
25 miles later at 85mph in the left lane on 93 the bike dies. Its an 8.5 Gallon tank!!! Yea, BMW fuel strip technology sucks and apparently lots have been replaced.
So I pull over and coast to a stop get off the bike and do what any good jewish boy in the same situation would do, and call Degsy. Too bad hes already at seacoast (which is really really odd since hes like 45 minutes early) so I pull out the owners manual and start flipping through. Not sure what I thought I would find in there, but turns out there is no gas in it.
Alas, here is the funny part. Im guessing at least 6 people going to the ride must have passed me AND looked while I waived for help, but nobody stopped. Bums!! Bummmmmmms!!!!
Anyway, I GPS for fuel and find out there is a station 1.5 miles away so I start walking. Its a real adventure now. Then an old beat up volvo station wagon stops and the guy asks if I need help. Really a good samaritan move and the guy drives me to the station, waits while I fill up a can and takes me back to the bike.
Adventure over!! I now use the trip counter again.