Daily Archives: February 18, 2014

A phone call from a roving Adaptive Curmudgeon to Mrs. Curmudgeon. Ring ring… Mrs. Curmudgeon: “Hello?” Me: “AAAAAUUUUUUUGGGGGGHHHHH!” Mrs. Curmudgeon: “I’ve told you to switch to decaf.” Me: “I HAVE! I’m in Starbucks, surrounded by hipster dipshits, and I’m drinking … Continue reading →

At the Starbucks. After a couple hours and some Internet based review of the word “death wobble”. Ring ring… Me: “Curmudgeon speaking. If you’re a telemarketer prepare to die.” Mechanic: “I checked your truck. It’s ‘death wobble’. You need to … Continue reading →

Standing at the service counter at a dealership: Mechanic: “What happened.” Me: “I was driving along, everything silky smooth. Then all hell broke loose. The damn truck shook like a meth addict dividing by zero.” Mechanic: “It was a violent … Continue reading →

Captain’s Log, Monday: 10:30 am: I don’t get it. For no apparent reason, the truck went from a smooth running flawless example of modern refinement… to an uncontrollable terrifying vibrating paint mixer that shook my skull loose. 10:40 am: I … Continue reading →

Captain’s Log, Monday: 10:01 am: AAAAAAUUUUUGGGGHHHHH! 10:02 am: I have abruptly pulled over to the side of the highway. Something has gone suddenly and catastrophically wrong. I would have wet myself but I lacked the presence of mind to do … Continue reading →

Captain’s Log, Monday: 10:00 am: I’m piloting my truck down an Interstate’s flawless pavement. My glorious steel steed of freedom is a marvel of precision and torque! It is humming smoothly, tracking like I’m on rails, and hauling a righteous … Continue reading →