After 2 1/2 weeks my bike was finally ready to be picked up (jetted and inspection), and of course we had a 10-12 day drought while I didn't have my ride. Anyway, I was heading home at around 4:30 Friday on a very busy highway leading into Pittsburgh, when I seen the tunnels coming up. I was preparing to be extra careful because morons drop 20 MPH to go through these. As soon as I entered the tunnels, my F3 (with no gas gauge) began to sputter, so I reached for my reserve and of course---IT WAS ALREADY ON RESERVE! So there I was, completely out of gas in the middle of a highway tunnel during rush hour. To make it worse, this is the one time I had forgotten my cell phone.....wether it would work in there or not. I don't know about other tunnels, but this one had absolutely no shoulder--the white line was right against the wall. One guy told me "move to the side, you're blocking traffic". I said "F**K YOU, I get killed if I try sticking to the wall".
I had no choice, because I wasn't leaving my baby there, so I blocked the whole lane and pushed her almost a mile to the end. With a jacket, helmet, gloves, and a ton of fumes, I literally was on the verge of passing out. Finally I seen a "tunnel person" walking into the center station just as I was exiting the tunnel. He almost got run over while trying to stop traffic so I could cross the lanes to get to where he was. The guys that worked there were extremely nice and gave me some gas to make it home, but to make my day even worse, it POURED down rain the rest of the way home. All said and done, I'm just happy to get my ride back. Oh yeah, if anyone has any suggestions on some vulgar words I can use when I yell at the mechanic who DIDN't tell me my bike was on reserve, I'd appreciate it.