So just to give you my high lights, Rode down on thursday, camped , BURR!, rode friday 330 ish miles started out in 34 degrees with a light sprinkle but ended up with dry roads by noon. I stopped for a break and realized i had forgotten my wallet. A stranger came out of the store and started asking about me and the bike ect.. He asked me why I stopped here and i told him i was hungry and was going to get some food here but i had forgotten my wallet, but had enough to get a candy bar with my tank bag change. So he says " So,-- you need me to buy you lunch." Which I replied,"no I can get by, but thanks. So he says, " I'll make you a deal, if you go to Oark you will find they best burger and pie in the world and I will buy you lunch if you go there ." He ended up calling them to make sure i had enough money between us to get me lunch for the day. I said i would accept if i could return the money to him when i got home and he said " It doesn't work that way around here, you just pay it forward." That right there could have made my trip. SO, ''Pants" can fill in the points between there and the part were i couldnt find my key to the bike so i could go home monday morning. ( Cav47 asked me the day before what i would do if i lost my key, he did show me where he keeps his spare, and i have learned my lesson. Thanks cav.) I did find the key. Some how between removing it from the ingnition and building a fire ended up droping it somewhere. I woke up and started packing and went to open the side bag and no key in my pocket. I ended up raking the leaves up in my entire camp site and going threw every inch of my bags,tent, ect... And still no key!!!!! SON - OF- A- BEEEEP!!!! There is only one place i hadn't looked but NO freekin way it could be in THERE. So i pull up the fire ring and start raking threw the ashes AND!!----- nothing. I go to put the fire ring back in its place and i notice thre are still some ashes in the old tire rim so I dump them on the ground and start raking threw them and AAAH!! HAAAA! there is my house key,tank bag key and the ingnition key still bolted together. So I pick it up and it's still to hot to touch for more than a few seconds. It's a grayish color, has a slight bed to it, but looks to still have what it takes to be a key. I clean it up, traightened it out, and prayed it would turn in the ingintion and it did. So down the road i go. I also learned that with my "Tag-Along-Tank" i can go from the hotel to camp at Shady Oaks campground, ( ten miles south of hotel on hwy 7) "to" ten miles from Rockport MO. where I felt the first little stumble of running out of fuel. I turn on the valve to the aux... tank and turn on the aux... pump and hope there is still somthing in there to help. Im not sure how, but i make it almost to the top of the off ramp at Rockport MO. where 30 yards from the top of the hill it dies. I pull in the clutch and coast up hill to the stop sign and into the intersection where my feet take over getting me across the street to the beakdown lane and i'm able to coasted down the hill 200 yards to the gas pump. Home safe now.