Among my dad’s critiques were the AT’s stiff seat and pegs that are too far forward. A recent day trip had me agreeing with the seat note, and I’m going to work on that. Daddio’s final note? He prefers his lovely jalopy for one very specific reason. “On the AT I need to exercise restraint,” he said, “and over my years I find that the restraint bone in my head has become weak, no longer reliably usable. No telling what kind of trouble I’d get myself into were so capable a machine at my disposal.” A fair point. And I suppose that’s my job, come to think of it.