I love the look on someone's face when you show them how the reserve works. Even better is when they don't know it exists, you show them, and then you realize they've been riding in reserve the entirety of owning their bike. None of the crotch rockets I used to ride have a fuel petcock. The "reserve" is automatic and consists of a few blinking bars on the display. My Ural does, and I've had to use it a few times.
The "reserve" is automatic
Well that's just dumb and defeats the entire purpose of one. You need that "oh shit" moment when you run the main tank dry. And it makes more sense to have a manual knob/lever/etc to force you to acknowledge your mistake.
Exactly. Out ripping around, you won't always notice the little bars pop up until it's too late.
Any bike stories? I have plenty, all dirt biking. I don't trust myself on a street bike. Not that I'm not capable but I know how my adrenaline starts pumping and I just twist that throttle. I'll summarize a few:
-Had to ride over an entire mountain range with a flat tire back to the truck. Crashed countless times. Rim was absolutely fucked.
-Had a chain brake and hit me in the calf. Thankfully my riding boots absorbed most of it. Buddy towed me back to the truck with a rope.
-Wall rides on mesas. Fucking awesome.
-5th gear pinned across the desert at sunset. Didn't see a creek bed. Tried to pull up but front wheel hit the opposite bank at 70ish MPH. Handlebars broke 3 ribs and I slid for a couple hundred feet. Buddy behind had time to pop a wheelie and made it. Sat for awhile, smoked a blunt and then he poked out with a stick all the dirt that crammed itself in my bikes exhaust from it doing cartwheels. Got it started and we rode back about 3 miles to camp in the dark. Checked my piss for blood.
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