As it was the first really good Sunday for ages, like many last week-end I had the urge to give my main bike a good work out.
So I headed off to Wales to avoid the prevailing easterly winds, which play havoc with my lungs.
At Abergav I topped up with 97 octane at the Esso garage. A few miles later there was a hiccup like a misfire. A was well until I opened up the taps a bit more then came what felt like sudden clutch slip, but was probably an injection issue.
By the by, what is it about groups of sports bikes? The leader passed me on an Itchyfanny 1100 or something. Then his mates were all playing catch up. You could tell that they would pass me come hell or high water! Still, they all seemed to miss what looked like a plain clothed traffic unit waiting in the 40 some distance before a favourite bit of biking paradise. Just hope their licences last the summer!
I digress. Later I went via Usk and onto the dual cabbage way back to Monmouth. As I passed a car and gave it some gas, the misfire came back. Then there were 3 loud backfires and the engine stopped. Oh shit! I thought as I coasted to a stop, a long cold wait for a recovery trailer beckons.
Fortunately the engine seemed to be cool with no signs of smoke. There was no fault light and she restarted effortlessly, so it looks like a partially blocked injector or dirty fuel issue. I rode home more gently with no more serious issues, but the misfire on acceleration would return. Any ideas?