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About Adaptive Curmudgeon

I will neither confirm nor deny that I actually exist.

My Woodsplitter Goes to Eleven: Part 6

At Ed’s Tire Store I was that guy. Just 15 minutes before closing I burst in the door raving about tires and clutching the mangled wheel. A six man staff was standing around doing nothing. They saw me and an … Continue reading

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My Woodsplitter Goes to Eleven: Part 5

Many (most) cops mean well. I get that. I do. Really. It’s just that you don’t know which one you’ll draw. Your specific exposure to the random pool of police officers is a crap shoot. I’ve watched attitudes progress from … Continue reading

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My Woodsplitter Goes to Eleven: Part 4

I cruised back roads at 45 MPH towing the little splitter behind my truck. It was comically out of scale. On the way I rolled up to a gas station with my huge thirsty diesel, put less than two bucks … Continue reading

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My Woodsplitter Goes to Eleven: Part 3

Woodsplitter wheels are small but they’re fine for moving around the yard (or the forest). I’ve moved mine with ATVs, riding lawnmowers, tractors, trucks, and (when I can’t find any other way) pulling for all I’m worth. (It’s a bitch … Continue reading

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My Woodsplitter Goes to Eleven: Part 2.5

Since I’m ranting about firewood, I want to endorse two products.  I’ve already written a review of my woodsplitter here and my chainsaw here and I still recommend both products. I bought both several years ago and have used them … Continue reading

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My Woodsplitter Goes to Eleven: Part 2

I own a gas powered hydraulic woodsplitter. I say that with reverence. It brings a tear to my eye. Doff your hat and join me in a moment of silent reflection on woodsplitters; their inherent beauty and how fulfilling life … Continue reading

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My Woodsplitter Goes to Eleven: Part 1

Lets rewind about 36 hours and start the story there. I was in a place that sucks. Lets call it an airport, because that’s what it was. You might think you go to an airport to fly home. Fool! You … Continue reading

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