Yes, “we’re having a boy”. And his name is Bucephalus. Named after Alexander The Great’s horse. Yes, I know naming a motorcycle, and calling it a boy, is lame.
It’s a bike, for crying out loud. A thing. Replaceable. I mean, Bertha is being replaced (which is a “she”, by the way). Well, not replaced. I am considering keeping her. I kinda made a promise some years back. Continue reading Bucephalus
Today, I ordered a new ride. Big Bertha is due for retirement – just don’t tell her. Not yet anyway. She has served me well, never complained. Not once.
Continue reading Bye, bye, Bertha
I read an advice given to someone who was planning a trip similar to mine. It was pretty clear that my plan wasn’t going to work. But it would be very easy to fix. Continue reading That Murmansk plan ain’t gonna work