Sorry, this ended up much longer than I anticipated. My new (for me) GS500 was ready to be picked up this morning. I was rather excited about the whole thing but was a little worried I would leave my gear at home by mistake. Seen as I have been carting a laptop to and from work for several years that part of my day was second nature... picking up a helmet, jacket etc was not. When I got to work I showed my colleagues the gear we all thought I was going to forget. But, ummm, I did manage to leave my laptop at home. Slight change in plans, I decided to go straight to SpotOn Motorcycles and pick up my GS500 and take it home, while the freeways were empty (for the direction I was going anyway). Had a few issues getting the bike home however. When I was sitting on bikes trying them out, I was wearing tennis shoes / sneakers / or work shoes. Managed to manipulate the read brake and gear lever without problem. But now I was wearing my motorcycle boots and I found I could hardly get my foot between the foot peg and the gear lever. On the way home, the heavens opened up and dumped a load of water on the roads... and me. Still, I had my bike and I got it home without incident. Feeling rather proud of myself at this point. Had a lot of trouble "working" from home as I had a new toy in the garage just waiting to be played with... so I did. Rode around the local streets familiarising myself with the clutch, throttle, gears and brakes. I figured after my third outing I had it more or less under control. (I was attempting to work between outings) After the evening rush hour had died down I decided to go for a quick night ride to see how it all handles in the dark. OMG the headlight was pointing AT the road, about 5m infront of me. Beam stretched that out to maybe 10m at the most. Slow and ugly u-turn and headed home for the first lot of motorbike maintenance. I figured adjusting a light would be easy, there has to be some simple adjustment screws, just like a car. Nope, none of those, at least nothing that would move the light enough to make it useful. Eventually found the nut on the back I had to loosen so I could just swivel the entire thing up. Working well in the end.... maybe a little high even, but at least I felt safe enough to venture out again. As I live out west, I figured a quick trip out the Western Freeway, out to the stationary radar to see how close my speedo was to their measurement. Well it all went great, held my own in the traffic, what little there was of it. My speedo matched exactly what the radar station displayed (I followed a large truck incase my radar profile wasn't enough to set it off). By this stage, I had learnt that the clothes I wear during the day to ride, which make we rather hot and sweaty, are not enough to keep me warm at 110km/hr in a 7°C night. I was cold. A few km's down the road, just before the Gordon turn off the bike started to couch and splutter. I figured I had run out of petrol and switched over to reserve. I had practiced this earlier as this was actually part of the plan... run out whatever was sitting in the tank, and put petrol in that I know what it is. 2 mins after switching to reserve the bike coughed and spluttered some more. A little worrying... but it kept going. Another minute later... and all power was lost and the bike started free wheeling. I pulled in the clutch to change down a gear and it stalled immediately. Clutch out... back to life... clutch in... stall... "oh oh". Pulled over and tried the starter.... brrrrrrroooommmm back to life it came... I was on my way. Took the Gordon off ramp to turn around and head back to Melbourne. There is a BP about 5ish km from the turn off so I'd fill up there. Well I must have made about 1 km back before it died. Completely. I managed to get it started occasionally but it would die as soon as the revs dropped below 3k. Even when I kept it above 3k, it would only stay going for all of 20 seconds. I was in trouble. Knowing the BP wasn't that far I decided to start pushing. Wow, a 200kg bike gets real heavy when its not under its own power. But I was definitely no longer cold. Took off my gloves and helmet and found out just how damn cold the air was.... they went back on shortly after. Every now and again I would stop pushing and try the ignition again. The starter motor would rev up, I may get a "put put" out of the engine but that was it. Eventually the starter motor didn't even make a noise.... not even a click. But the lights all worked and the headlight was as bright as ever. Couldn't be a flat battery. I managed to convince myself that some wire had worked lose and was shorting out the engine/starter motor. Rang a friend to come and pick me up. I should be at the BP by the time they arrived. Some nice chap saw me as he drove past and stopped. Offered to drive me to the BP for some petrol. Figuring I had only switched to reserve for no more than 5 mins, and I could hear petrol sloshing around in the tank, I turned down the offer.... I can't be out of petrol. 10 mins later, another nice gentleman pulled over and offered a ride to the petrol station. He was in a removalist van and offered to take me and bike. So we did the dodgy and I sat on the bike in the back of the truck while he drove "slowly an carefully" the remaining 2km to the petrol station. Friend arrived shortly after and I ran through the symptoms with him. We decided I should fill up the tank, even if there was no way I could be out of petrol. As soon as I had filled it up I went through my starting the bike checklist.... key to on, in neutral, kill swit..... oh shit... I had accidentally bumped the kill switch slightly when I was pushing it... thats why the starter motor wasn't making any noise. It still "looked" on, but it was enough to kill the motor. After a few false starts, everything came to life. My friend looked at me rather accusingly, as it was all pointing to the fact I had just run out of petrol. (he is not a motorcyclist and the idea of a reserve tank was foreign to him) I was still a little dubious that I had actually run out of petrol. I checked the fuel switch and sure enough it was pointing to reserve (which I did just before the Gordon off ramp)... so I put it back to main. He followed me home just incase there was a problem, but we made it home without any issues. So in the end it does look like I had just run out of petrol. But that makes me wonder if maybe the fuel switch is on upside down and I was on reserve the entire time. Do I really want to ride around with it on reserve to find out? But now I am home, cold but warming up, after my 1 hour trip (that took 4 hours all up), and looking forward to another adventure tomorrow night. Also looking forward to a group ride, so help is on hand if something does go wrong... like... umm.... running out of petrol.