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September 8, 2003 Sometimes you just can’t stop whacking yourself with whips and chains long enough to remember why you started whacking yourself in the first place. I quit working in the corrections bureau in Washington State so I could ride more. I found myself tied into an abysmal family business with no hope or [...]

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February 2, 2003 It is interesting how life intrudes, uplifts, and sets new challenges. There is a lot of correlation between motorcycles and life. On Friday I closed down a project, and watched as people I hired into the long term endeavor were given their walking papers. Saturday was an anniversary of one of the [...]

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Wednesday, October 16, 2002 I’ve been asked by several people to write about my LOE ride this year. To understand the ride you must understand the chaos of my life. My chaotic life is best understood by it’s ingredients. Second marriage, combined 4 kids, one set of grand parents, and a dog. Highly demanding mid [...]

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Monday, October 14, 2002 A trip report. A long time ago I was sitting in a leadership seminar and the speaker was talking about how we all choose mentors and have our own set of hero’s who shape who we are. As an example a young Air Force Captain talked about a Colonel he had [...]

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Monday, October 14, 2002 Before you all filter me because of another dim and dark thread of self immolation and angst hear me out. This is a lighter gentler message about some of the good in the world. This is a message about Gerlach. The options as we go through life are very important in [...]

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Sunday, September 08, 2002 The bike is sitting in the New Mexico morning sun gleaming with that waifish glint of fun to be had. The past four days have been split between working from my hotel room and watching the activities at the Curve Cowboy Reunion. I learned much in the tech sessions, I learned [...]

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Tuesday, March 19, 2002 Freedom is the simple ability to do what you want when, where, and how you want to. Pretty simple stuff. There has to be another word for that feeling of riding the bike into work. I like my job. The people I deal with are professional, easy to get along with, [...]

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Tuesday, September 25, 2001 It’s dark at night on the Playa. You can see the sparkling lights of Gerlach far off in the distance. A small town made smaller by the gulf of distance. Shimmering moonlight sneak through a hole in the murky dust cloud raised by the numerous bikes, and trucks on the way [...]

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Tuesday, September 04, 2001 I’ve watched the Rally as it unfolds. Since the beginning I’ve bugged the irascible Mr. Kneebone for a starting spot. With the tinkling of shattered dreams to date I’ve not been able to ride or even draw a slot. When I say beginning I mean the lamented missed rally of 1988 [...]

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