I keep gettin' richer but I can't get my picture on the cover of the Rolling Stone!
If 600,000 miles doesn't turn your butt to iron you can be a cover-boy.
I hope this is a harbinger of a great riding year!
Monday, March 30, 2020
F750GS
The 2019 F750GS is 100 lbs lighter and just as fast (to me) as the 2014 R1200GS! Not as comfortable out of the box, however. It seems ready for the season now that I've added STUFF: Madstad windshield and Russell seat (thanks to Gary for the recommendations), EZ-HexCan, Denali brake lights, bar-backs, hand guards, driving lights, and some loose (not yet) odds and ends from my favorite Chinese suppliers.
Also chrome fender dents, sneeze-through wind vents, and factory air from BMW's air conditioned factory.
Purdy
Also chrome fender dents, sneeze-through wind vents, and factory air from BMW's air conditioned factory.
Purdy
The 2019 Riding Season
Yeah, it was one of those years . . .
Not too much riding went on, no big trips, but there was still a bit of motorcycling activity. A new camping trailer/pickup truck stole some of my riding time, as did surgical removal of some of my internal organs.
Then, in the fall, the 2014 R1200GS, one of my most favorite bikes, took a dump by frying it's alternator. Quoting Firesign Theater: "Unfortunately, the dime was in Mr. Rococco's pocket."
The $1,300 alternator turns out to be in the engine. And requires at least that much more $$ in labor to dig it out. As much as I loved this too-big bike, it had several serious problems while under warranty and had a tow truck ride once before. I guess I just couldn't read the signs.
Looking around Mischler's showroom during diagnosis, I spotted a new F750GS that my saddle bags and GPS would fit. Deal! It didn't hurt that BMW and the MOA were throwing money at buyers to move them.
Jason at Mischler's brought the 1200's carcass back to the house for de-farkling. Time to move on.
The R1200GS is dead; Long live the R1200GS!
Not too much riding went on, no big trips, but there was still a bit of motorcycling activity. A new camping trailer/pickup truck stole some of my riding time, as did surgical removal of some of my internal organs.
Then, in the fall, the 2014 R1200GS, one of my most favorite bikes, took a dump by frying it's alternator. Quoting Firesign Theater: "Unfortunately, the dime was in Mr. Rococco's pocket."
The $1,300 alternator turns out to be in the engine. And requires at least that much more $$ in labor to dig it out. As much as I loved this too-big bike, it had several serious problems while under warranty and had a tow truck ride once before. I guess I just couldn't read the signs.
Looking around Mischler's showroom during diagnosis, I spotted a new F750GS that my saddle bags and GPS would fit. Deal! It didn't hurt that BMW and the MOA were throwing money at buyers to move them.
Jason at Mischler's brought the 1200's carcass back to the house for de-farkling. Time to move on.
The R1200GS is dead; Long live the R1200GS!
Removed Farkles
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