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Solitary - Without the Confinement


The Hoka Hey Motorcycle Challenge is an annual endurance challenge exceeding eight thousand unforgiving miles. It is a very small percentage of the riding community who accept this challenge; an even smaller percentage makes it to the finish line. It’s not whether you fail or succeed in the challenge, but rather if you have the courage to accept it.

Interview on Road Hawgs Radio Show with Spitfire on February 3rd, 2015. Listen here.

HOKA HEY is an Oglala Lakota Native American term meanings It’s a Good Day to Die. It is neither a call nor a desire to die nor does it welcome death. We will all die someday so our intent should be to live our lives in such a way that when we do die, we leave a positive legacy to family, friends and fellow warriors. Some live a life content to sit on the couch and read an adventure novel or watch an action movie in the comfort of their own home while others live a life from whence adventure novels are born. Join me.

Solitary - Without the Confinement excerpt:
About halfway through the turn, I came upon an innumerable amount of plastic water bottles, some still in case, scattered across my lane. The realization, previously unknown to me but now very clear, was that the shifted load of bottled water on the truck I had seen a few miles back had left obstacles in my path. Here were my options: I could climb on the brakes, but a panic-stop on a curve never turns out well for the bike—or the rider for that matter. I could lean into the curve tighter, roll into the left lane, and miss all the obstacles, but what would happen if, at such a steep angle, I hit one of those little plastic bottles? Again, doubt I would have appreciated the outcome had I gone for that course of action.

The right side of the lane, close to the gravel shoulder, seemed clear enough at first, but then I saw a full case of water straddling the road and shoulder. All these courses of action rolled through my head in an instant ... which is about all the time I had as now I was a few meters from the first obstacle and had yet to make a decision. Visions of me sprawled out amongst these bottles of water popped into my head. It’s one thing to get taken out by an 18-wheeler, but who would want to be taken out by a 0.5 liter bottle of water?

Riding is our passion. The enjoyment we feel while tooling down the highway is tainted by only one thing—that being the ever present possibility of going down. The unexpected encounter with several hundred bottles of water in the middle of the road reaffirmed that possibility.