I am still hoping to get out for one more hike this weekend when I go out to see Mom and Dad on Sunday, as it’s expected to clear out early. Rain though is good, it will help things green up though the forecast is much colder and windy today with a pounding rain at time then it was yesesterday.
I keep picking more ticks🕷️ of my body, I concede probably going to Coeymans WMA was not a good idea if I wanted to remain free of Lyme Disease. But I was down that way for Mom and Dad’s anniversary party, 💍 and it was a beautiful day. Started Saturday morning at Pine Hollow Arboretum 🌲 which was nice before the crowds started pushing in with their SUVs and loud children, then went to Coeymans WMA, then followed it up with a hike to Hannacroix Falls and around the Hannacroix Preserve, down through New Baltimore, and then sat down by the river for a while, before heading back over to Lowe’s to get screws to mount the CB radio, and groceries at Wally World. Forgot to get carrots and cider vinegar at Wally World. 🥕 And the screws I got for CB Radio didn’t actually fit the mount. But maybe I’m changing my plans on this.
Today I am just hanging around, doing some cleaning, 🧽 and cooking up a big pan of rice and lentils 🍚 for lunch and next week. Studying up about the upfitter switches and harnesses, nipples where I can run the CB antenna, and also how to use the second engine idle speed adjustment. Probably head up Bennett Hill mid-afternoon then out to folks house for Sunday dinner. Got the State Farm Drive Safe Up running on my phone, 📱 and already got my discount reduced by braking too hard twice on the way home. Supposed to be easy on my new SuperDuty, it does have excellent brakes compared to my old lifted rig.
With the market recovery the second half of last week, 💰 I’m feeling a lot better about the SuperDuty purchase, as not only do I have the title to shinny new SuperDuty on my driveway but my net worth is once again recovered to the seven-figures 🤯. But I thought you were a sad desprate renter who blew all his money on ginamormous pickup trucks. All those things can be true, and in 14 years, I can retire and built or buy that off grid cabin 🐐 and not have to be sneaky everywhere but on the internet about burning my garbage. But I’ve been good all winter ♻️ recycling my milk jugs in roadside bins. The SuperDuty will bring me a lot of joy and travels in the next decade and half leading up to retirement, while I continue to learn and refine skills in my office 🏢 that I can hopefully take into whatever career I decide I can do remotely from that cabin with wood and no vinyl siding, electric poles or recycling bins to be seen for miles. Just the grunting of hogs 🐖 and maybe the occasional smell of burnt plastic or manure.
Blog revenue also has been great the past few weeks, 💵 bringing in something like $100 in the first half of the month. No complaints, I do like my welfare check ☑️ every month form Google which did not come several months over the winter, as people weren’t reading my AI generated crap or wining about being a poor desprate individual without a SuperDuty. But now I got said SuperDuty 🛻 which requires a lot of expensive fuel plus people are looking for maps and photos 📸 of the wild places I’ve explored in years past. And I keep working on new maps 🗺️ and content for my blog, while still dreaming of those days of loading sacks of burnable trash into the burn barrel. 🔥 And fires up in wilderness in the meantime, while I listen to Karen Dalton and smoke a lot of dope. 🚬
I saw this in a video about intentional spending, as the ultimate litmus test to separate genuine utility and personal joy from the trap of “conspicuous consumption.”
The “Invisible” Audit: Look at your recent orders. If you couldn’t post them on social media or tell a friend about them, which ones would suddenly feel like a waste of money?
The 72-Hour Rule: For any non-essential item, wait three days. Often, the urge to “be seen” with the item fades, while the desire for something truly useful persists.
Cost-Per-Use Thinking: Instead of thinking about the status a product brings, calculate its value based on how often you’ll actually use it in private.
I was riding my mountain bike home, and there was one of those bizzare celebrations of Vladimir Lennin’s birthdays on going where people were out picking up bottles and cans for “proper” disposal in a mound along the roadway like prisoners do in a corporate-arranged event to assuage all liberal guilt.
There is a strange, quiet tension in owning a big ol’ F-350 SuperDuty. For two weeks, mine has sat in the driveway, an expensive monument to potential. I find myself avoiding the driver’s seat, almost as if I’m trying to freeze time and keep the truck “new” in my mind for just a little longer. It even smells of the assembly line—a sharp, chemical reminder of the industrial manufacturing process that birthed this beast.
When I look at it, I don’t just see a vehicle; I see the weight of it. I think about the gallons of fuel it thirstily consumes and the heavy footprint it leaves on an already cooking planet. Then there’s the reality of the road: the aggressive enforcement waiting behind highway medians and the distracted motorists, eyes glued to phones, ready to collide with my pristine investment. In the city, a bicycle, a pair of boots, or a bus pass feels more honest. They are lighter, kinder ways to move through the world.
But a truck isn’t meant to be a driveway ornament, and I didn’t spend this kind of money just to admire the paint job. There is a conflict there—the guilt of burning expensive gasoline for no reason versus the desire to use the tool I paid for. I refuse to waste it on pointless trips to Walmart or aimless loops around town. That’s not what this machine is for.
I’m waiting. I’m waiting for the camper shell to arrive and for the spring sun to bake the mud off the back country roads. That is the SuperDuty’s true North: the remote country, the places where the pavement ends and the air is clear.
Ultimately, I have to remind myself not to let fear steal the experience. It’s mine, it’s paid for, and these days are fleeting. I’ll drive it when the destination deserves the journey, because in the blink of an eye, the truck will be gone, a victim of time, miles and rust.
Heading out to the Pine Hollow Arboretum in a bit to see the spring time flowers, then I plan to drive to Coeymans for a walk in Coeymans Preserve and my parents anniversary party then I’m thinking of hiking back to Hannacroix Falls, then heading over to Lowe’s to get longer mounting bolts for the CB radio and then grocery shopping at Wally’s World and home by dark. It’s fun to drive the big SuperDuty.
Definately want to get out and enjoy the beautiful weather 🌷 before the rain and cooler weather come tomorrow. Last night I was at Five Rivers for a couple of hours, reading, and then going for a little walk before heading home and making up a big pan of eggs 🍳 and veggies. Nice evening, a lot more people then I expected at Five Rivers but at least the bike trail wasn’t quite so congested.
I am feeling a lot better about the SuperDuty since the markets recovered. 🛻 While the truck wasn’t free by any means, when you consider the market recovery this past week, my tax refunds and contributions since mid-January, my net worth remains the same today as it was in mid-January. Crazy to think that but I checked my math, and yeah, the market value increase basically wiped out the cost of the SuperDuty, ignoring of course Capital Gains taxes and shit like that. 💩 And I know that money ain’t real, as nothing has any value except cash until you sell it and something is willing to pay what you’re asking.
So I guess you could say I got that SuperDuty for free, 🆓 or at least it won’t have any real financial impact on my future or retirement or that off-grid cabin with the grunting hogs that smells like burning barrel at times. 🛢️ And hopefully 🤞 it will last until then or about 14-15 years, which is 2040 for those not counting. By this time next weekend, I will have the bedliner in the truck, and I’m now just waiting for truck cap to be ready for installation, 💵 hand over one more big check for the cap as Ruth’s doesn’t take credit cards without a big processing fee, and move the batteries and equipment over to the next rig. Not sure if everything will be ready for Memorial Day Weekend, but whatever that weekend is often so buggy, hot, humid and just sucky in wilderness. 🇺🇸 Juneteenth Weekend is really the weekend I’m planning to break in the new rig with. I am looking at probably August to do my trip to Michigan in the SuperDuty assuming gas prices ⛽ aren’t as insane as I am.
I know everybody says just buy a plastic house in suburbs 🏡 and a 25-year old Honda Civic to drive back and forth to office and shopping maul with acres of parking, and take a sharp knife and cut off you balls ⚽ but that really doesn’t sound like much fun. Honestly, I don’t feel that much like a poor, desprate individual with a SuperDuty who rides his mountain bike to work in suburbs, next to old city garbage dump and sewage treatment plant. I think I will have a fun for now, and when 2040 or 2041 buy or build that off-grid cabin. 🔥 In the mean time, just have a lot of fires in wilderness, smoke some grass and recycle ♻️ the plastics into carbon dioxide and take that occasional tin can 🥫 to transfer station once a year or so. Nobody cares if you don’t have a liberal internet troll up your ass. 🧌
