My very first bike was a 1988 Ninja 600R and I had no clue how to ride it other than 1 down and 4 up...right hand for the brake and left hand for the clutch.
I drove it off of the lot and took it into a neighborhood behind the dealership to ride around before hitting the busy city streets at 5:00 pm during rush hour.
Well the bike cut off and would not start back up several blocks away so I parked it and walked back to the dealership to get some help. The guy looked at me and asked if I flipped the tank to reserve. I didn't even know what he was talking about but when it registered about a second later I just turned around and walked back to the bike and sure enough...it started.
I'm surprised I got home alive...but I did.
