BMW R1200RT/R1250RT Forum

[size=13px] First, thanks for all the suggestions, and Dr. T you're a better man than I am Gunga Din! You are truly a dedicated biker. Just as an update, I took my first ride yesterday, a month to the day after the accident, and only stalled it once as I pulled into a parking space. Until it gets be...

[size=13px] I took a solo spill about a month ago, and although the collarbone and ribs are healing nicely, I developed a weakness in my clutch hand that has kept me off the bike. It's probably a neurological deficit since the nerve plexus for the arm and hand or right under the collarbone. I have a...

[size=19px] Any tips on how to siphon off excess oil? I've tried inserting a slim tube into the oil filler hole and trying to suck up any oil, with no success. Any idea of where the drain hole in the cylinder connects to the sump? I'm trying to avoid the mess of either loosening the oil filter or th...

Try this DIY. Get a perforated steel bar from the hardware store and bend it to suit your hand/wrist angle, attach some flexible tubing - I used old vacuum cleaner tubing - stuff some foam rubber, etc. into the end of the tubing for firmness, find a suitable cap for the open end, then just screw it ...

[size=13px] I need to replace the lens and have a couple questions. First, I'm assuming that I can cannibalize the lens from my 2005 onto my 2009 RT?  Second, it appears that the only attachment point is at the rear of the lens, and that the front end just slips into the slot and that there...

I think you're out of look, mate.  BMW as a touch of the Teutonic and the way they dictate an upright posture and they "proper" angle and reach of the handlebars. Kind of like your mom telling you to watch your posture sit up straight! I often thought that the points of attachment...

Don't be embarrassed; join the club of those of us that have had the same problem, going from the power of swear to the power of prayer, and all of us was bloody fingers and wrist to show for it. I suggest you find someone with tiny hands to try it for you, or disassemble half the bike. Not just bad...

Unless it is radically different from the first generation 1200RT, the lock is independent from the seat, located just above the license plate. It may just be that the new seat fits more tightly than the stock seat, inhibiting the release mechanism. Have you tried turning the key with some force and...

``` Well, that's certainly a relief. Thank you SACKM.  I hope that this won't meet with some concern, but I would like to make the same suggestion to you as I may long ago to Steiner, that he might accept some contributions towards the expenses of running the form from me. I always felt a b...

Well, that is unfortunate news, indeed. First off, thank you for all the work you've done over the years. You managed to assemble a group of knowledgeable and civil followers. As you leave you take with our appreciation.  Unfortunately, I don't possess the requisite skills, having just gott...

DoctorT,  We're of a mind about using what's on hand. a.  I've a bunch of mirrors but all with a 10mm thread.  I've looked on Ebay but I'm not sure from their vague descriptions that they're actually an adaptor rather than just an extender.  Do they make them with...

In 2011, my first night on the road I found that you had to have a chipped credit card to pay in unattended petrol stations.  I'm from California, the land of tech, and we seemed the last country in the world to adopt the chip!  Had to hand some cash to an eventual patron and ask h...

Seems to me that the prices rocket upwards as soon as there's news of an impending 'crisis',  but they take their bloody time coming down!  Also, I'm sure that the fuel for which we're paying huge prices was purchased at lower rates long before the expected rise in crude oil prices...

In the olden days we'd've hit it with a hammer a few times first,  see if that worked.

Cripes, and here's me coming to England end of June for a long tour!  Those prices are even worse than here in California, which is the worst in the U.S.  In 1971, sitting on my brand new Bonneville in London,  I almost fainted when I saw that a gallon of premium petrol wa...