This work aims to convey the exhilaration and devotion bikers feel for their machines, as well as seeking to debunk the macho image of the motorcycle.
Anyway this fine book opposes that hairy nonsense and also conveys some of the joys and fears of biking. The opening is a meditation on starting a bike and driving out - a closely observed exercise in noting the minutiae which we all recognise but need reminding of - and in such sharp detail as this, its a joy to read. It's an excellent reminder of how we might focus our being and minds on the daily motorcycling epiphany; that is, moments of heightened awareness set in the ordinariness of living, with the bike as catalyst.
Read it and you'll surely know what I mean.
The book (as does Jupiter's Travels) takes a different road from the sweaty macho brigade who have done much to diminish motorcycling, for the author, throughout most of this fine book, dicusses the beauty of the motorcycle and the art and practice of motorcycling. If you like a bit of men/women angst that's here too.
I loved this book, and if you're not a helmeted thug with a 10 watt brain, you will too.