Author Archives: AdaptiveCurmudgeon

I was busy over the weekend. I didn’t have time to write more of the WYBDR story. Meanwhile, the world seems to never run out of time to continue and hype the ongoing spastic madness that we use in lieu … Continue reading →

After many fits and starts and also reacting emotionally to some wingnut in a mask, I roll out of Lander on what is sure to be a Quixotic day. The first part is unavoidably on pavement and it’s not fun. … Continue reading →

After a confusing morning of dealing with U-Haul’s definition of “reservation” and then tracing lines on a paper map I’m itching to go. At the gas station (I’m going to need every ounce of fuel!) I get a morale boost. … Continue reading →

[If all the map talk makes your eyes glaze over, feel free to check here for a visual.] Logistics are the monster drawback to long rides on a dual sport motorcycle. Dual sports suck on the highway and you gotta’ … Continue reading →

I hope you’ve been happily following my story of riding the WYBDR. You might have noticed I haven’t posted for a week. (Or you might not, I’ve no idea how much my writing affects anything.) The absence of posts came … Continue reading →

I woke up happy. I was well rested and clear headed. I need to emphasize the important part of this post; I woke, well rested, in a city park that had been the scene of a music concert. Can you … Continue reading →

I used most of my water but the only thing better than one cup of coffee is two. What a great morning view. Whoops, looks like I’m lost again. Here’s the road to backtrack. But look, I found a shortcut! … Continue reading →

A comfort zone is the general area of skills, experience, and knowledge where you’ve got a pretty good handle on things. Leaving your comfort zone exposes you to uncertainty. That’s the whole point. It’s common, perhaps too easy, to “pretend” … Continue reading →

For hours, I looked forward to the unmistakable landmark of route 138. It was paved and I’d be crossing it. When I finally crossed it I stopped for a photo and rest. (Looking at the map weeks and weeks later, … Continue reading →