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…
Author: Samuel Liles
Gerlach 2002
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…
The weekend is over
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…
The Migration
Friday, August 02, 2002 It has begun. As darkness lifted on the Rocky Mountain plateau the hordes began the final stages of the migration. Yearly the pilgrimage across tundra, plain, and pass commences. The cohort is attired in the regional…
Why do I ride?
Why do I ride? When the sun is out, the sky is blue, and the air is crisp with the first hints of spring I’ve already been riding. In the summer heat and scarlet sunsets of hot August I’m still…
Commuting long distance on a motorcycle
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…
Motorcycle PMS
So, I thought about it for awhile. Pondering with the irreconcilable ignominy of having any sort of respect thrown my way. Cause I really don’t deserve it. I have always posted mainly with a passion at creating content rather than…
Gerlach
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…
Iron Butt Rally 2001
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…
Balancing risk with opportunity
Into all lives a little rain must fall. When you look at the things that have made my life there are three events that I consider to be the most catastrophic events I’ve had to live through. The first was…
The unique motorcycle
What are the options a rider has when dealing with other traffic? What are the particular movements, or directions a motorcycle can accomplish in its environment? How best can we utilize these changes in direction to assist our risk management…
February 1, 1986
This is the story of a life changing event. As a young Marine and father it is a very personal tale. The story is true to the best of my recollection, but some of it is filled in with the…
A story about my father
The things I remember about a particular man. The soft quiet demeanor of the unassuming man I called father. There is a quiet eloquence to any mans conduct who is so sure of himself. The sure analysis that needs not…
Riding in the wet
When the snow begins to melt, or the summer day turns nasty the motorcyclist gets to experience the wet. The nature of rain, from nasty tropical deluges, to prolonged dripping mist, is that they all are wet. Nothing can ruin…
Pulling a trailer with a motorcycle
Motorcycles by design are unable to carry copious amounts of luggage or cargo. Sidecars increase loading capacity and distribution of weight, but there is nothing better than a well manufactured trailer to alternatively load a motorcycle. The main problem with…