Author Archives: AdaptiveCurmudgeon

[I’ve been limiting my consumption of politics. Too many lies will give you indigestion. Even so, corruption and manipulation is so damn prevalent that it’s hard to evade. Maybe they’ve slipped past your guard. If so, I hope today’s post … Continue reading →

The trunk of a Honda Pacific-Coast is the weirdest and most useful feature of the bike. (The other is chill… which I’ll discuss later.) For future adventures touring and (hopefully!) motocamping I need to know how much I can carry. … Continue reading →

Turn the Wayback machine to a long forgotten place… the past. The year is 1989. In case you think modern times are uniquely shit, culture in 1989 was already starting to suck. For no good reason whatsoever, this was a … Continue reading →

In case you’re wondering what kind of abomination I’ve acquired, here are some videos to chew on.

The deed is done. I veered from the path of predictability which, Adaptive Curmudgeon that I am, is a common occurrence. I carefully considered all options. When you carefully think things over you are more likely to chose something ideal … Continue reading →

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 →