In this first e-pub offering, soldier-biker Jack Lewis has written some very thought-provoking and deeply personal essays about how motorcycles have woven themselves into the fabric of his life.
Jack captures, in many of his passages, that manic, strangely surreal, magical place that exists inside the helmet of every serious rider:
"For the first time in too long -- first time since my last promise, anyway -- I leaned out far enough over public pavement to conjure demons out of the ground and leave them standing flat-footed, staring after me and holding the bag of my mortal aches and pains and limiting fears, forgotten. Somewhere on that road lies a broken left peg feeler, looking for all the world like an edge-ground, black-anodized bone pin."
Jack's helmet is also spiced up with the remnants of a couple of tours of military duty in one of the recent foreign conflagrations. As he himself puts it: "PTSD: bug or feature?"
Not quite finished with savoring this book, I am already looking forward to Volume two, coming out later this year.