Soooooo..... I ran out of fuel yesterday morning on the way to work. I'm not so much bothered by the 2 miles push, I need the exercise, more pissed off that all the local petrol stations decide to close for refitting at the same time, therefore forcing me to try my luck at the station off the next motorway junction. Oh well.
I have also learnt 3 things on this little cock-up - textile jeans do not breath\waterproof well when the sweat's on the inside, bike cops (one stopped to see if I was alright) will not let you syphon fuel out of their tank - to be fair the guy was ok with it but had to check with his Sarge who said no - so no luck there, and although not one car stopped to see if they could offer help which I pretty much expected, I didn't get one horn beep or shouted "wanker" either, which I did, so blimey people really are indifferent nowadays ain't they.
Only an hour late to work too, bargain