a fairly regular subscriber to the game I once fell victim to its charms.
During a track day at hampton downs my mate run out just out of the sweeper, laughed my tits off watching him push it back in to pit lane. Unfortunately I had to switch to reserve to get the last few laps in.
Monday morning comes by, totally oblivious to it already being on reserve I then run out, on the mway leading up to the harbor bridge.
So Karma kicked me in the ass and I had to push my bike up the on ramp and up a BIG ass hill to reach the gas station.
Since then I am slightly more cautious in my gambling!
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