The engine slowly puttered to a stop. Attempts to play with the throttle resulted in little more than a cough from the engine. My engine cut out on my maiden voyage to Mariemont.
I had the desire to ride the BMW to school, but this recent turn of events clearly put that out of the question.The Engine failed me 3 times in what should have been a 15 minute at most journey. The initial failure left me at a loss of words. I tinkered for roughly five minutes before the engine started purring again. Only to fail 600 yards down the road leaving me unable to start my bike in an intersection. After this humiliation when the engine resumed I went full throttle in the hope of getting as far as I could before it cut out so I wasn’t forced to pull over on Wooster Pike. This method got me to the half way mark and I was able to start while coasting without the engine.
This was the most nerve-racking experience I have had on a motorcycle up to this point. This truly shook my core and left me in complete disarray. I was heartbroken to have the my favorite bike do this to me. Every cloud does have a silver lining and this failure did inform me that my engine could use a tune up. I also found out my tail light and one of my turning signals didn’t function (thanks to no other than the one and only Parker Sullivan). For now it is time to rebuild and return to my faithful old dirt bikes until I feel the BMW is back up to par.