Category Archives: Garagineering

Many posts on my blog are about how I’ve screwed up. Which, if you think about it, is where a lot of the fun in life happens for everyone. I’m just sayin’. Anyway, sometimes I get it right. This time … Continue reading →

If there’s one thing every guy knows, it’s how to appreciate a front rack. [OK, that’s a dumb joke, but it had to be done.] Putting weight on the front forks of a motorcycle is not necessarily wise. But some … Continue reading →

My little TW is said to be nearly unkillable. That said, me and Murphy’s Law have a long and storied acquaintance. One of the very few weaknesses to a Yamaha TW200 is the low crankcase. You could conceivably smash the … Continue reading →

I travel solo and act accordingly. I carry a SpotX satellite communicator which I will probably never need. It can be used to summon  search and rescue services I hope never to request. I also have search and rescue insurance … Continue reading →

The proper care and feeding of a new Yamaha TW200 begins by gently exposing the fledgling to the elements. I took my gorgeous, clean, shiny, fresh from the factory, brand new bike and promptly coated it in frozen slime. At … Continue reading →

I mentioned 128 goats as a metaphor for my little bike and then stumbled across a video of what’s purported to be 200 goats. Peaceful, cute, and utterly unstoppable. It seems appropriate. This is from the third world nation we … Continue reading →

[By the time you finish reading this you’ll wonder; “does this guy have some sort of creepy obsession with small mammals?” I assure you I don’t. If I’d seen a moose, or a cool helicopter, or pretty flowers, I’d have … Continue reading →

I was going to start by apologizing for being scatterbrained and disorganized. Then I started laughing my ass off. Logical, chronologically sequenced, factual analysis ‘aint my style even in the best of times. And it’s apparently the apocalypse right now … Continue reading →

[Y’all know I sorted through an elaborate decision matrix, bought a motorcycle, planned an awesome adventure, and (before the ink was dry on the purchase agreement) society shit itself. Oh well. No plan survives contact with the enemy and thank … Continue reading →