Oh yes, that was very common for the self-pumpers to drain the hose. Admittedly, I was one of them. Especially when I hit the handle to reset the gauges and to turn on the pump and it clicked off a cent or two because it had to fill the hose…
Now, buried in some other topic, that I wrote about months ago, I wrote about using the tip 'n drain technique to get home when I was out late, late at night on my motorcycle when I was a teenager in the 1960s. I had obviously run the normal setting dry and switched over to reserve and never bothered to fill it up. I ran out of gas, late at night, actually very early in the morning and where I lived, all the stations were closed. An old trick is to lean the bike over real far on the reserve side and you might get a mile or two out of the dregs…
I barely got it started… So I start pushing and I got to a station and luckily the pump handles were not locked. I fished an old oil can out of the trash and drain the two hoses. It was enough to get me a few miles and I’m pushing again, not far, but this time the pump handles are locked. Some more pushing and another station, but with 6-unlocked pump handles. I had kept the old oil can and I was able to drain enough to get home.
I never ran on reserve again. In fact, my '84 Ironhead Sportster has only a 2-1/4 gallon tank and when I’m taking a long ride, I carry two 1-quart gas cans loaded in my saddlebags. I’m way too old now to be pushing that bike.
Side-story, when I was teaching my son to ride, he was on my '74 Honda 400 Supersport with 4-cylinders and 4-carburetors. We were on a side road and I had him shut the fuel flow off so he would experience what the bike felt like when it ran out of gas and how to quickly switch the fuel over to reserve.
However, the bike just kept going and going, we soon have numerous cars behind us and we now are back on a major highway. My first thoughts are to get my son, a new and inexperienced rider, off this main drag and then his bike decides it’s out of gas. My son panicked a bit, forgetting he shut the gas off and he’s trying to get over onto the shoulder with several drivers blasting their horns at him and speeding around him. Finally, he remembers he shut the gas off and switches it back on. A few seconds later, the bike fired up and we quickly made our way home.
Second epiphany, besides: do not run on reserve, practice the emergency fuel switch over on a really lonely road…
As for the Photo below… The pump on the left is one of the old “Tip 'n Drain” type, it shows 19-cents a gallon (Waa-Hoo…). The Pump on the right was the type still in use at our local gas in up-state Pottersville, New York; then, a logging town, in the Adirondack Mountains in the early 1950s. That type of pump, you hand-pumped the gas up into the glass bowl at the top and then gravity fed it into your tank. I remember folks back then ordering gas by the gallon since the bowl was only marked in quantity.
So as they use to say, “Happy Motoring…”