Author Archives: AdaptiveCurmudgeon

I’d “leveled up three times” while shopping for a used motorcycle. I began looking for a gem amid cobwebby ’80s era GL1200s. I’d slowly trod a path of increasing complexity and superior machine. This meant increasing technology (which wasn’t the … Continue reading →

I’ve been on the prowl for a new (used) motorcycle. I mentioned this in Memento Mori and Motorcycle Hunt: Close Call With Greatness. You’re only getting the high points (like all good hunts, it’s an individual journey). I’ve been sniffing … Continue reading →

Via the comments: Come on man, you tell us you took photos, but then you don’t show them. Where’s the photos? Photo 1: That ain’t sunset… it was mid afternoon on a sunny day just minutes before. It’s blurry because … Continue reading →

It’s random story time here at Curmudgeon Compound… I stepped out of the Dr. Office feeling like I’d met an angel. The first doctor in years that has been smart, aware of medical pros and cons, and seemed to care … Continue reading →

It’s random story time here at Curmudgeon Compound… I got to the doctor after a little bloodletting. By now my stern outlook had been sanded down. Nice people are a calming influence. I was feeling positively civil. The doctor bustled … Continue reading →

It’s random story time here at Curmudgeon Compound… I rode my motorcycle to a medical appointment. Thank God for motorcycles! It was good to get some sun. I enjoyed the ride as much as I dreaded the visit. Having ridden … Continue reading →

My last post mentioned spring; the season of renewal. I wish I’d said it as well as Adam Piggott: It is with great gratitude that I find myself here at this time. We are suffering in a time of great … Continue reading →

I’ve been posting less frequently this spring. Why? Partly because everything political is propaganda. It’s increasingly hard to know what is true; so why comment on the unknown? But there’s something more. This is a moment when I choose to … Continue reading →

I’m hunting for a used motorcycle. Motorcycles aren’t merely utilitarian. Thus, owning one is not fully logical. Owning two is even more illogical. The two I own are so awesome I want to own three. There’s no end to this … Continue reading →

If you think I’m going to write about current events, you’re wrong. I’m going to write about time. Long ago railways phased out cabooses. Like puppies and cold beer, everyone loves a caboose! (Get your head out of the gutter!) … Continue reading →