Grumpy, me, and the twisty roads of Doon
My relationship with Grumpy can best be described as tenuous—and strictly seasonal. We meet for two months every winter, ignore each other for the remaining ten, and then rekindle the affair as if nothing happened. Ours is a cold-weather romance. Grumpy, by temperament and by reputation, is grumpy. He is a 2016 Royal Enfield Thunderbird…