I have been waiting for weeks for my mate to send me this picture, it was taken a few miles after we got off the ferry in Rotterdam in June when we embarked on our Alps trip.
After being delayed getting across to Hull on Friday afternoon I was assured by the trip organiser that we were filling up all the bikes BEFORE boarding the ferry so we could get a swift start when we landed. After being tail end Charlie to the ferry terminal it became clear he WASN'T going for fuel so I boarded with basically NO fuel in the tank. As we exited the ferry in the morning I expressed to the leader how desperate I was for fuel.
He said "don't worry too much, Mickster on the SMT has 2 x litres of fuel stored in fuel flasks in his backpack, just tell him to stay behind you just in case you run out" so this I did, Mickster agreed to follow me to the first fuel station we come across.
Anyway....a few miles (and a couple of 'diesel only' stations
) later and on a 2 lane 'motorway' without a refuge lane it happened, the CT started spluttering and jerking so I held up my left arm to signal I was in trouble and they all carried on and passed me.........yes they ALL
carried on....... including Mickster!!!!
I was shouting at the pillock as he passed me but to no avail, as the bike shuddered to a halt and refused to start again I edged towards the railings on my RHS but with only about 300mm of room I was actually standing on the LHS of my bike and feeling in a pretty dangerous situation!!! I was pushing the heavy beast and constantly snatching glances over my shoulder to see if the hazard lights (1st bike I've ever had with them on) were doing their job, I pushed for about 100m and eventually the bridge railings (we were above another road) ended and a grass verge began.
Phew....this allowed me to get around the other side to push which felt a 'little bit' safer and after a few more metres it began feeling 'lighter' so I sat on and 'paddled' on my tiptoes, at this point i'm doing about 5mph and gave a hopefull prod of the starter button...she runs!!!
"I'm saved" I thought
no I wasn't ..........the DCT won't engage a gear unless the speedo is on '0'mph
so I had to stop again to select DRIVE....at which point the engine cut out again
I was off the bike and pushing hard again and to my relief saw a roadsign saying '200mtrs to the services' (I must have missed any earlier signs in my blind panic at my situation) and thankfully I almost
made it to the sliproad so I could then just walk it in to the fuel pumps.
I only ever fill up when it's on the side stand and when I stopped the pump I looked up and said to my mate Gary "you've gotta get me a picture of that display before someone else goes on that pump"
So here it is
so yes.... it really IS a 21 litre fuel tank!!!