{"id":303,"date":"2019-02-14T09:08:23","date_gmt":"2019-02-14T15:08:23","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/stevebriscoe.wordpress.com\/?p=303"},"modified":"2026-10-31T22:12:01","modified_gmt":"2026-10-31T22:12:01","slug":"who-am-i","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/justal.net\/loqui\/who-am-i\/","title":{"rendered":"Who Am I?"},"content":{"rendered":"

Born in Central IL in 1955 I grew up with 4 brothers and two sisters. I joined the Army in 1972 and, barring a short stretch between \u201976 and \u201982, I have been in the U.S. Army my entire life; first as a soldier then as a DA Civilian for the Department of Defense. I cannot say I have always had a motorcycle. But, for the most part, a ride was always within arm\u2019s reach and utilized on any given opportunity. There was a time, in that stretch between \u201976 & \u201982, I associated with riders from the \u201coutlaw\u201d side and, after a couple of near miss events, decided to turn 90 degrees and ride away. For years I steered clear of riding groups; regardless of genre.<\/p>\n

\"Hoka<\/p>\n

In 2008 I came across a group called Rescue Riders and, during that encounter, met some of the finest people I have ever met. People who give of themselves and ask nothing in return. This was the type of person I wanted to be. In 2010 I came in contact with information about a long distance endurance ride from Key West Florida to Homer Alaska. At the time I could not fathom such a ride, but got my chance to participate in the Hoka Hey Motorcycle Challenge in 2013. To say it changed my life would be a gross understatement. The impact was so great I was compelled to narrate the event in book form. The ride showed me that I was not the person I thought I was and showed me a glimmer of what I needed to do to strive to become who I wanted and needed to be. Hoka Hey has taught me much and is still instructing me on a daily basis. To put a life in two paragraphs is an impossible task. A personal bio is a narrative of who we are. I learned, through the Challenge, that who I thought I was and who I really was differed greatly. I believe a true metric of a person is best measured by what they do to become someone people deserve. So, who am I? Not sure yet, but my prayer is that with each passing day I will get closer to that person I am supposed to be.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Born in Central IL in 1955 I grew up with 4 brothers and two sisters. I joined the Army in 1972 and, barring a short stretch between \u201976 and \u201982, I have been in the U.S. Army my entire life; first as a soldier then as a DA Civilian for the Department of Defense. I […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"om_disable_all_campaigns":false,"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[12],"tags":[18,26,29,32,33,40,42,48,56,62,63,66],"class_list":["post-303","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-solitary-without-the-confinement","tag-adventure","tag-commitment","tag-dedication","tag-endurance","tag-family","tag-integrity","tag-iron-horse","tag-motorcycles","tag-riding","tag-solitude","tag-thanksgiving","tag-wisdom"],"aioseo_notices":[],"aioseo_head":"\n\t\t\n\t\n\t\n\t\n\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t