February 2013: Rocky Mountain High

He got his bike and his life back for an incredible 34 sober years on the road

I wonder how many different self-initiated plans of recovery are floating around out there. The last one I tried, about a year and a half before I actually started down the “road of happy destiny,” involved buying a motorcycle. It was a lovely-looking machine, complete with a fancy fairing, saddlebags and a trunk. I was certain that if I bought this wonderful bike, I’d have to quit drinking so that I could learn to ride it and ride it safely. I did enjoy it. That is to say, I enjoyed looking at it—parked outside my house in front of the picture window. I could sit on my couch,... Login to read more
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