by Bill LaBrie | Aug 22, 2015 | Essays
First of all, the point of this article is not to make fun of the guy who jerked off in the hot tub in the company of strangers. No, that would be a cheap shot. There’s a deeper point to be made here. I’ve become fairly convinced that...
by Bill LaBrie | Feb 15, 2015 | Essays
I can’t take it anymore. This sitting still is doing me in. I need gasoline therapy. I suppose if I owned a vehicle powered by diesel fuel, that would do as well. Diesels can be good because you can get more range from them. Range is essential for what I need....
by Bill LaBrie | Oct 3, 2014 | Essays
“When inner peace is lost, such a state is not permanent. If the sufferer remembers himself, he returns to himself and re-establishes his habitual inner order.” — Theophan the Recluse I moved to Colorado to ride. Riding was how I discovered the...
by Bill LaBrie | Sep 25, 2014 | Essays
All the people I’ve met who really knew what they were doing had one thing in common: They took time to breathe. I used to ride motorcycles a lot: every chance I could, in fact. I wasn’t part of the chopper-cruiser scene, though I bore those types...
by Bill LaBrie | Jun 26, 2014 | Arizona, Everything Else, Motorcycles
I like bikes. Motorcycles, mainly. Motorcycles have long featured in my relationship with this place. My first night at the Copper Queen hotel was in a shared room with longtime BMW pilot and all-around ubermensch Don Stanley. I was on my Honda ST at the time. We...
