Took the bike out for a run this morning, and to the gym, no problems. Finish my workout, get back on the bike and start to ride home. Pull out of a roundabout on the bottom of the hill and the bike dies like it's run out of fuel. Pulled over. switched to reserve... wants to start.. but no ): ok, push for bit (up hill in heat) better try to start again... nope. I can smell fuel :idea: must be flooded! Kicked it over for a bit with the fuel off, try to start again... no :evil: have ](*,) Have a good look around under the tank to locate the fuel smell (seems too strong for flooding) Busted fuel line, snapped to 90 degrees... Yay. Time to pull the bike apart again. After pushing for about 30mins up a steep hill in 38deg heat, a bloke finally pulled over and helped me push the bike home. to old mate. he's not a member, but rides a CBR blackbird and drives a silver jeep. Probably lives around eltham somewhere. If anyone knows him, say thanks again for me! Girlfriend insists I should write a book about my luck, and adventures. Because I have the worst luck ever, but it always makes for good adventures which are fun in retrospect!