Category: Wordsmithery

A delight­ful mem­oir with abun­dant dos­es of his­tor­i­cal tid­bits about motor­cy­cling. Yeah, I know. I’m div­ing in, and even when I’m not on the bike now I’m read­ing about rid­ing. Well, so be it. Next on my read­ing list is Zen and the Art of Motor­cy­cle Main­te­nance which I read a long long time ago, and Hel­l’s Angels. But I might fin­ish up some of my oth­er books first.

This was an impulse pur­chase in an art sup­ply store, and its val­ue is pri­mar­i­ly to con­vince the read­er to pur­chase more paper, ink, and pens. Basi­cal­ly, I’m a choir wait­ing for the sermon.

As much as I try to stay cool about the guy, Lance Arm­strong inspires me. There’s a lot about him that rubs me the wrong way, some of which I can’t even iden­ti­fy or artic­u­late. But then, beneath any­thing else, he’s a win­ner with a win­ning atti­tude. No mat­ter what else gets piled on, I just can’t resist the story.

I’d been curi­ous to read this for a short while. I con­sid­ered buy­ing a copy to read on the flight when I went to Ver­mont last week, but picked the book about the Iran hostage cri­sis instead. Then, at my grand­moth­er’s house as I got ready for bed, what should I see on the shelf?

The next day I asked her about it. She said she had loved it. When I asked if I could bor­row and read it, she rec­om­mend­ed it enthusiastically.