I wrote this book while living in a trailer with a semi-hostile cat on a wooded Ozark ridge. That I’m a night watchman with a math/physics degree surprises people. “What happened?” is a usual comment. This book is my response. It addresses issues that can’t be neatly caged in words, but that do need to be addressed in an examined life.
The author rides through Midwest America hearing echoes from Walden and Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance and looking for answers.
At one time on such trips, if he focused right, he experienced an aliveness in his surroundings—the way music is alive.
He’s trying to find this life again. But he’s struggling. His clues are such small blips on a ride that has some pretty messed up parts.