So it came to pass, at about 9pm on Saturday night, that I was feeling somewhat less than 100% after 'The Mat Bell Experience (tm)', and decided that I ought to head up the road to pick up some Nurofen for the thumping headache that I then developed. I encased myself in leather - don't want to take any chances with the roads being icy - and threw my leg over my trusty steed, and headed off up the road. Just as I turned right, and started down a steepish hill, the engine died - I was out of fuel. No problem - it was on the cards, so I carried on coasting down the hill as I fiddled with the reserve tap......

I reached the bottom of said hill before I realised that the reserve tap, which is remote and presumably cable operated on the FM, had bastard well frozen solid. I therefore had to push the bike - which is a heavy lump - about 1/2 a mile up a steep hill on the other side of the dip to get it to a petrol station - just what you want to do when you are suffering from a severe attack of Mat Bell. By the time I got the bike to the brow of the hill, and coasted down the other side to the petrol station, I was in a right state. Once at the petrol station, I (fortunately) took my lid off before, very shortly afterwards, chucking my guts up down an adjacent roadside drain. Talk about delayed action...

Anyway, my reserve tap is still frozen solid...

Ken Haylock - [VFR750FL]