Yes, I'm one of those that testify that a 5th gallon is available when the gage hits empty.I've never gotten more than 4.5 at that point. There those here who will tell you the fifth gallon is still available to you at the 'E'
I don't have the nerve to try and find out
So I go from tank to tank on 4.5
Last summer on a long, empty strech of Wyoming with no open gas stations, I was forced to ride long after the needle stopped moving. At that point, I slowed to 45 mph in high gear and went another 52 miles until I found an open station. My tank held 4.92 gal.Was able to get ~40 miles after needle stopped moving
Ditto! I don't remember how many miles I went, but the most gas I ever got in was 4.911 gallons. I kept thinking, "It's lighter than my Connie was, but I still don't want to push it." I was running out the first fill-up I did after I bought the bike.At that point, I slowed to 45 mph in high gear and went another 52 miles until I found an open station. My tank held 4.92 gal.
That leaves you with a pretty narrow window -- what if you don't find a gas station at 220 miles? Will you fill up at 219 or 221 miles?I try and fill up between 220 and 220 miles.
I've gone up in the 250s before getting gas. Phil, Maine is pretty remote but isn't easter Colorado. Gas is easy to come by around here!That leaves you with a pretty narrow window -- what if you don't find a gas station at 220 miles? Will you fill up at 219 or 221 miles?
Great story! In '73, my riding partner and his brother and I took our first long bike trip and rode out to a wedding in Salt Lake City. Afterwards, two friends of the bride needed a ride to Vail, so we offered to take them. We saw that "No Services 110 Miles" sign and fueled up. About half way, in the middle of nowhere, my buddy's brother had a flat. The girls were freaked out, but I had a set of tire irons and a tube, so we fixed it beside the road. Our heroics were for naught, however; the girl I had the hots for married some guy from Massachusetts a few years later.:smile:That stretch from Salina - Green River - Grand Junction is the longest stretch I've encountered. On my SL350 (2 gal + 1/2 reserve) that 110 miles was about all I could expect before going on reserve, so the "No Services 110 miles" sign gave me pause.
So after refueling in Green River (hit reserve just as I pulled off the highway. I got cocky. I hit reserve just before Grand Junction. But GJ was a ways off the interstate in those days (1972) so I figured i'd press on until there was a gas station in sight from the highway. Just before hitting the Fruita exit the engine quits. But it's downhill into Fruita, so I figure I'll blow through the stop sign on the exit ramp end should be able to coast down into town. As I coast right on through, sure enough, there's a CHP car lurking under the overpass just looking for me to do just that. I explain to him the situation, telling him my tank was dry. He asks "how big is your tank?". So I tell him 2-1/2 gallons. He gives me a ride to the gas station, where I borrow a gas can. The attendant asks me "How much do you want in it?". The cop answers "2-1/2 gallons". All righty then, I see he's checking my story. Fortunately the bike comes exactly full as the gas can is drained dry.
Epilogue: The cop lets me go and even lets me just take off from the highway exit and returns the gas can to the station for me.
But that stretch in Eastern Utah between Salina and Green River remains the longest empty stretch I've come across, with the GR - GJ stretch in second place. But there are lots of 40-50 stretches like that in the Western States.