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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