Today, after doing the learners course and hunting around for bikes for the past month, I went out to Seymour and bought my first bike. It's a 1988 CBR250R with 23k on the clock. I originally was going to hire a van and go out for a look, then a bike riding friend said he'd come out so I scrapped the van idea. This morning came and he pulled out, the gf got called in to work so I thought I'd take the train out. Of course I get to the station at 9am, to catch the 9:30 train to arrive at 10:30 to meet the guy at 11, but trains are cancelled and have to run to a bus leaving in 2 minutes. 2 hours later on a bus taking every back road stopping at every train station picking up zero passengers, I make it to Seymour at 11:15. Bike's in good condition, no leaks, no damage, no nothing. Been sitting for 6 months so it's fuel isn't the best. Nice honest bloke, passed RW fine, has rego, everything looks good. Test ride is great, everything is tight. I say yes. Shake hands and I'm off to the newsagent for some L plates. Make a quick phone call to the insurer and I'm on the bike doing laps of the carpark getting a better feel for throttle/clutch/brakes. Now, I know usually at this point newbies do laps of their block practising e braking and low speed turns, but I'm 100km from home, so I get a better feel for brakes on back streets, then hit the Hume. 110km/h and the bike is sitting on 9k rpm, I've got a grin on my face watching the sky hoping that I can miss the storm that looks to be brewing in the west. Took it very easy, didn't get fussed when people overtake, only overtook two caravans myself. Halfway home, still telling myself to grip with my legs every minute or so, wind has picked up and I'm getting blown around quite a bit, the the heavens open up and I'm getting wet, although nowhere near as wet as I thought I would. I pull off and get a coffee at a diner near Craigieburn, wondering how my draggin jeans aren't soaked. It stopped raining about 10 minutes later, back on the bike and I try to make it home before the storm sets in. Up until now I was on two lane each way freeways, now I'm amongst three and four lanes and keep thinking back to my instructor telling me to keep to the side lanes. Make it onto the Ring Road, then the Tullamarine, get on to citylink (it's still free for bikes right?) and am coming up to the Brunswick Rd turnoff where I'm going to get off when I lose power and as I pull the clutch in the bike goes dead and I coast to the breakdown lane. Aargh! Try to restart, turns over but doesn't start. Look in the tank, can see fuel moving around, so switch it to reserve anyway and try to start again. No dice. Don't want to run down the battery keeping on trying to start it I jump a guard rail and have a think, just bought a dud bike, stranded on citylink, no roadside, I'm an idiot. Call RACV roadside, $300 to come get me, but then the chick on the other end of the line patches me through to Citylink recovery. That guy can't find me on his security cameras, so after 10 minutes sends out the recovery van. Van guy says he can load me up and take me to the next exit. Asks me what went wrong, I explain that it went dead and turns over. He asks me if there is fuel, I explain that I put it to reserve. He says show me, I blip the starter and IT ROARS INTO LIFE. The ten minutes I had been sitting on the phone, the fuel had somehow ran through to the carbys and started up. I stand there looking embarrassed and apologise a heap, guy slaps me on the shoulder and tells me where the nearest servo is. Ride the 3km home without incident, stopping at my local servo. Tomorrow I'll hit the vacant parking lots, but today was a heap of fun and I feel like a bit of a dick but I've learnt a lot. Thanks for listening.