I forgot, in fact, to mention the shift rod. Hidden inside the rubber boot between the foot lever and the transmission shift arm was a flimsy little rod with bent ends. It was OEM. It had the appropriate snap rings and stops in place, the geometry and dimensions were correct, but it just snapped at the bend. I was flabbergasted. Flimsy. WTF BMW?
Bob I'd say you were astonishingly fortunate through the miles. As far as others are concerned, am I the only member here honest enough to admit that the 'bulletproof' BMW is a bit of a myth? The engine itself? A wonder of functional, dependable, simplicity. But the incidentals! The back up musicians. Sometimes just ragtag and really unforgiveable. That's probably the single biggest difference I've noticed with the Japanese approach. My BMW, both of my seventies and eighties era Volkswagon Golfs, my high school Opel Manta, and two Puch mopeds. Compared to my three Civics, two Yamaha dirt bikes, one Suzuki road bike, a Honda 175 enduro, and a slew of other Honda products, there is easily recognizable attention paid to engineering out failure. Wire reinforcements, correct fastener gauges, better insulation at wear points, bushings/ball-bearings instead of simple metal pins, extra stress reinforcement where cables and wires enter housings, an eye for how damn difficult it's going to be for the next guy to access repairs, etc, etc.
Trust me. I really do love my R65. It's a certain type of relationship though. It's like the girl I met in college from Istanbul who spoke a kind of tricky version of English. Both parents college professors. Way too pretty. Natural sense of style. Trouble just waiting to happen in a dozen different ways (and it all did). But ahhh just look at her. Still heartsick. But still wouldn't trade that time for a dozen 'easier' loves.