From: wessie on
boxerboy <ianphinks(a)ukonline.co.uk> wrote in news:a1cf6b53-c5d9-43a8-9aeb-
90ef4ae74f9b(a)b18g2000yqb.googlegroups.com:

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I trust you have asked on UKGSer.com f650.co.uk & f650.com ?

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BMW R1150GS
From: boxerboy on

>
> I trust you have asked on UKGSer.com f650.co.uk & f650.com ?

Actually no, I don't belong to any of the "groups" - Good thinking
Batman

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Boxerboy
From: Steve on
On 5 May, 19:34, boxerboy <ianphi...(a)ukonline.co.uk> wrote:

> So FOAK - Can anybody suggest a source of Brembo parts who can help? A
> quick google has not come up with much in way of a lead. Either its
> not available or my google mojo was in partnership with the rubber
> boot and they jointly went AWOL.
A new career beckons:
http://www.frost.co.uk/item_Detail.asp?productID=8174&frostProductName=Soft%20Rubber%20Moulding%20Kit%20(500g)
Steve

From: Grimly Curmudgeon on
We were somewhere around Barstow, on the edge of the desert, when the
drugs began to take hold. I remember totallydeadmailbox(a)yahoo.co.uk (The
Older Gentleman) saying something like:

>>
>All I suggest is that you take the (remnants of) your rubber boot to a
>good car spares and accessories place (men in brown coats are a good
>sign) and see if they can match it.
>
>My guess is there's some ShiteOldFiat that has something the same.

Absolutely guaranteed there's a specialist stockist of rubber
boots/gaiters/thingies out there in Internetland. You know, the kind of
shop you used to find down a back street, where the bell above the
well-worn door went 'ding' and inside you were confronted by an array of
boxed wooden shelving reaching back to the end of the Universe and
several aforementioned Blokes in Brown Coats coming and going on
mysterious missions in and out the racking, clutching dockets of some
description. There was always a faint smell of rubber, chalk, grease and
Hylomar or some other sealing compound hanging around and if you were
lucky, and a regular, a free cup of coffee from the machine at the end
of the counter.
From: CT on
Grimly Curmudgeon wrote:

> Absolutely guaranteed there's a specialist stockist of rubber
> boots/gaiters/thingies out there in Internetland. You know, the kind
> of shop you used to find down a back street, where the bell above the
> well-worn door went 'ding' and inside you were confronted by an array
> of boxed wooden shelving reaching back to the end of the Universe and
> several aforementioned Blokes in Brown Coats coming and going on
> mysterious missions in and out the racking, clutching dockets of some
> description. There was always a faint smell of rubber, chalk, grease
> and Hylomar or some other sealing compound hanging around and if you
> were lucky, and a regular, a free cup of coffee from the machine at
> the end of the counter.

"'Ose"

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Chris