Funny story, i had some maintenance done on my ST by a trusted mechanic, someone that knew the ST well, he told me when i picked it up, "you should get you some spares made, those keys break easy". Keep in mind, i had this bike for 3-5 years by this time and never had an issue. I listened, bought some spare blanks online soon after he told me but hadn't had them cut yet. I put them in one of the forward storage compartments and it was always in the back of my mind but i never thought about actually calling a locksmith to cut the keys.
Time went by, like a couple of years when one Saturday I decided to ride up to the Ouachita mountains in eastern Oklahoma with my girlfriend on the back, very remote area at the time, didn't even have a cell signal and the key snapped as I was locking or unlocking a luggage lid. It was the only working key I had on me but I remembered I had those blanks. Luckily we were stopped at a place to eat lunch, they allowed me to use their personal cells to find a locksmith, there were only two in the area, first one i called was too busy to come so i called the other, he was in Arkansas but could be there within 45-60 minutes and asked if i had all the broken pieces of the key, "yes, i do". He gets there and he's driving a POS white van, looked like it had been to the 9 gates of hell and he must have saved every receipt he was ever given through the 68 years of life and stowed them on the dash. I'm not complaining, not trying to talk about the guy, just giving you a description so maybe you can smell the scene. This guy was just typical back country kind of stuff i was used to cause i was from Northeast Texas and could swear this guys twin brother lived down there near me.
Any who, the guy gets his contraption out, its mounted to a piece of plywood and looks like two hamsters are needed to run it and the ones he had died on the previous job, we couldn't find any hamsters to run his machine nearby, looks like he's been using it since the end of WWII, but behold! In an emergency, it can be connected to the vehicle battery for back up power!! Guy sets it down on the ground and pulls two jumper cables up and connects it to the vehicle battery. Viola! He delicately places the broken key pieces together and grabs the blank and makes quick work, he's the Albert Einstein of locksmithin' in these mountains I tell you.
Without my hillbilly locksmith friend, it was going to be a verrrrrrrrrrrry looooooooong evening/night getting home, so God bless him, he could have betrothed me to his sister at this point, i was so thankful.
If you're ever in the Ouachita mountains and need a locksmith, i'm sure he's still there, if you see a guy in a van that looks like my description, tell him i said hi. May everyone have no worse luck than i when stranded by broken key....... and for the love of God, please at least go get you some blanks.