qI was on a lonely stretch of road. There were no lights other than the moon and stars, and I had not encountered any traffic in at least 10 minutes. Far ahead of me a figure stepped out of the brush and stood on the shoulder of the road. The figure was still far out of my headlight range, but was visible as a stunning and marvelous silhouette in the bright moonlight.q Capturing the essence of the riding experience through a series of adventures and a candid look into the author s mind, this book explodes the myths and shows the reader something few books have before-the complex motivations of an avid motorcycle rider.The Honda GL 1100 was always known to be a bit underpowered for mountain climbing, but we have been up grades before without this much trouble. Something was wrong. One of the luxuries about having radios is that we were able toanbsp;...
|Title||:||Life Is a Road, the Soul Is a Motorcycle|
|Publisher||:||iUniverse - 2003-03-01|