[So I hit “go” on a post and loaded up the Dodge to go do some stuff. BOOM! Suddenly it’s a week and a half later. How the hell did that happen? I’ve left the blog on auto-pilot far too long. In lieu of an upcoming sailing/camping post (which will go live as soon as a write it), I’ll toss up intermediate thoughts in the next few posts.]
A hearty greeting to Filthie’s Thunderbox who’s been listening to my camping stories:
Commencing OPERATION: STUBFART
For the last little while I have been green with jealousy of the Adaptive Curmudgeon. He’s got his hands full with Operation OLD GUY and has even commenced naval operations.
…I’ve only ever camped off a motorcycle once and maybe it is time to do it again….
Keep an eye on Filthie, I’m sure he’ll be posting more as his plans come to fruition. I can’t wait. Everyone loves to hear about new gear and new adventures. Life is grand!
The problem is time, they don’t make “week and a half”s like they used to. They sneak by these days if you’re not paying a lot of attention!
Departure time is 0500 tormorrow, AC. When are you going to hit the water again?
Damn! You win this round. I was planning firewood and/or homestead chores if the heat stays down this weekend. Might not hit the water again for a few weeks. Enjoy your ride!
Well, crap! Y’all have fun. I got a week off somewhat unexpectedly and all I did was long-neglected (not by me!) yard work and tree trimming higher above ground than was comfortable. And paid a plumber $3000. Ugh.
These things happen. Next time maybe you’ll get to run off to play?
“maybe you’ll get to run off to play” Maybe.
I gave my employer one week’s notice via text message today and got two responses.
My so-called supervisor said “Ok”, while the owner said “Who is this?”.
Much spirited discussion ensued among my work cohort who witnessed the exchange. They offered many completely inappropriately-vulgar responses. Everyone seemed quite pleased. New job starts the day after the old one ends doing exactly the same functions with the same clients.
Whoa… talk about a clueless owner. Good luck with the new situation.
Lessons learned on camping from a motorcycle: 1) if a sailor can pack everything he needs to live at sea for six months in a sea bag, you can fit everything needed for your vacation in one too. And it makes a handy back-rest. 2) Anything bungee cords can do ratcheting tie-downs can do better. 3) Comfort is important, but after 18 hours in the saddle even a rest stop picnic table seems comfortable. Don’t over-pack for comfort. 4) Pack fewer clothes and more quarters, laundromats take no space on the bike and are good for a meal and a nap. 5) Every tool you bring adds weight and space. Not bringing any will result in a breakdown. The secret is to bring just enough tools to handle something simple and enough credit card to rent a U-haul van back home.
Max D:
I like your list muchly.
I would add to #2 that ratcheting tie-downs won’t snap under tension as may bungee cords, meaning the flying metal hook won’t try to puncture your remaining eyeball. I don’t like bungee cords. At all.