Monthly Archives: April 2020

The Universe got tired of me faffing about; sometimes coveting this ATV, sometimes lusting after that motorcycle, always in terror of debt, and deeply saddened by the passing of a dog. The Universe threw up its hands in frustration and … Continue reading →

[If you have no idea why a series of posts about ATVs is now discussing pre-historic climate, all I can say is I warned you it would get weird. Plus, it all works out in the end.] My dog died … Continue reading →

[You thought I was all about machinery didn’t you? No. Machines are tools and nothing more. Engineering feats are means to an end and that is all they are. More important is this unquestionable truth; we are all going to … Continue reading →

[I wish I hadn’t named this the “Mr. Bean” but that boat has sailed. Last post I was enamored with the Rokon, an $8K 2WD motorcycle of the apocalypse. But I was unusually indecisive, as you’ll read if you continue.] … Continue reading →

[So here we are, still adding to the story. I didn’t intend to tell the rest. Things might get weird. I intended to stop after the glory of Battleduck, but it happened and it is the silly stuff we need … Continue reading →

A standard ATV (“engine between your legs” instead of “two seats side by side”) was the obvious solution for me. But it just wasn’t weird enough to suit my personality. ATVs are everywhere. I like to find the middle of … Continue reading →

Like all men, I have a moldering old vehicle in my lawn. I’d dearly love to fix it up and return it to former glories. It’ll probably never happen. Like all wives, Mrs. Curmudgeon complains about the junk her husband … Continue reading →