Last Saturday night I was on my way up the F3 freeway on my bike and I ran out of petrol. Normally I use the milleage indicator on my bike to determine how much petrol I’ve got left…after each fill up I reset it to 00000 and so when it gets to around 230km I kionw I’m going to have to fill up again soon. For some reason I hadn’t reset my indicator properly and thought it read only 89km when I set off. Plenty of petrol I thought. Wrong.
I found out also that instead of returning my tank valve switch from reserve tank back to normal tank setting last time I’d filled up, I’d left it on reserve tank and so had completely run out. It was dark, I was no where near another petrol statoin adn really, who’s going to stop in the middle fo the freeway for a leather clad bikie to give him a lift to the servo? I ahd also left my phone at home and so had no way of contacting anyone to ask for help, my wife would have been freaking out becaseu I hadn’;t contacted her to tell her I’d arrived safely (I had a pretty sever accident on my bike late last year, and she worries when I’m out riding)
At the exact time as I was spluttering and gurgling and coasting to a stop along the shoulder of the freeway, two of my God’s Squad brothers, who NEVER ride along that part of the free way to go on runs – they live on the other side of Maitland and so would have been heading to our meeting place from the totally opposite direction – rode past, saw my bottom rocker (the bottom tag on the back of my cut off that simply says AUSTRALIA – I’m a nom so don’t have full colours yet) and stopped to help me…I hadn’t even completely stopped when helped arrived. One of my brothers went to get petrol while the other stayed with me and we chatted – and within twenty minutes I was back on the road and we went on our run.