Happy December, everyone. The weather is finally starting to reflect the season, with highs in the 30s multiple days this past week. It’s beginning to feel a lot like freezing, so this week we’re borrowing the classic New England trick for keeping warm in the winter: Going to Miami.
Two weeks ago, I embarked on my first offroad ride with my BMW F800GS: 100 miles of mixed dirt, gravel, pavement, and mud, stretching from Massachusetts’s southern border to the town of Greenfield. I came back from that trip a better rider — one with experience riding in mud, gravel, and with limited traction. I also…
The internet’s favorite brokenoldBeemer is back — now, less broken than ever. When we last saw my BMW F800GS, it had finally been restored to its bright-blue glory, but the process came at a cost: My front-right turn signal, long hanging by a thread, finally succumbed to the engine’s vibrations and freed itself from…
Y’know what I really don’t understand? Funko Pops. They’re collectible simply because the company decided they should be collectible — they don’t do anything, the raw materials aren’t worth anything, and they don’t even look particularly good. Wouldn’t you rather collect something worth owning?
Folks, in the words of our era’s great poets, Santana featuring Rob Thomas, it’s a hot one. One might even say it’s like seven inches from the midday sun. It’s approximately ten thousand degrees in New York right now, and that gorgeous sun has put one thing in my mind: Wrenching.