OK so feel free to take the piss when I'm finished. You know how I said I get confused with fuel gauges.
My 1st 1150gsa was bought off here ,chap in Whitby. Approached fellow biker in work asking did he fancy a two day bike trip to England all expenses paid. He say yes.
So we left work early one morning to catch ferry to Holyhead bare in mind it was June.
Arrived in Holyhead 2 up on Pan European 1300 headed across England. It started to rain and never stopped. We found ourselves in the middle of the Yorkshire moors with no signal and a postcode.
Lucky chap I was buying the bike from happened to be passing by. We followed him down a country lane for ages and while doing this I told Dave my mate I don't like gimp balls.
We were fcuking soaked and freezing when we got there and we warmed up with tae and sambiches.
Seller said fuel gauge can be temperamental I said OK. We set off at about 7pm again in the rain. I left my spectacles off because of the rain.
Anyway I was concentrating So much on keeping up with mate I was vaguely checking fuel gauge.
Guess what bike ran out of fuel on Motorway halfway to Hotel. So Dave heads off to get fuel in can ,meanwhile my phone just died and I'd not brought any cables. Dave finds me and we fill bike and he says your golden for a while I say fuel gauge is fcuked it hasn't moved. Next thing I'm recovering from a punch in the head and told put on your fcuking glasses you fuckwit and point to fuel gauge. So I did except I was looking at the temperature gauge all the time
Arrived at Hotel very late had to ate crips and coke and chocolate for dinner as no where open. Followed by beer and scampi fries.
We woke next morning and left, halfway to Holyhead I was going through where I'd put stuff in my new panniers. Had to tell dave to pull over to check for passport ferry tickets etc.
Yep fuckwit here had been checking stuff, paperwork while sitting on bed. When I got dressed I threw covers back over bed and covered all the documents with the duvet. Rang Hotel which promised to post everything and when we arrived at the ferry port I explained to girl in booth what had happened and she very kindly let us on.
Needless to say Dave politely told me to go forth and multiply and never ask him to do this again.
We are still good friends
This is why I let Hatcho plan our trips and even then I still run out of fuel
Now in saying that I've bought all my cars and bikes in the UK in the past and the journey is half the fun as long as there is no fuck ups by me