This book was something so unexpected. It's not only Zen and not much about technicalities of motorcycle maintenance. It's a deep inquiry into our value-system, how we deal with technology these days. No just that, there's even a kinda suspense that hooks one up until the end: It's basically about the author and his son Chris' motorcycle journey whilst Chris was on the verge of some mental illness and also there used to be a romantic counterpart of the author: Phaedrus (i.e. A Wolf!) more like an opposite personality back then that he retrospects here: how he used to chase the true meaning of 'quality' (75% of the book revolves around defining quality) and other philosophical speculations that leads him to some kind of madness. So these events in the past build up much psychological tension in the entire book.

This book even delves into the history of philosophy and evaluates its relevance in modern times: Socrates, Plato, Aristotle, Hegel, Heraclitus, etc. It even juxtaposes science with philosophy and art with technology.

I'm so much glad that I came to this book at this particular times where I'm into disillusionment and heavily suffering from existential crises and even from split personality problems sometimes. I picked up reading this book when I backpacked for a little 'Holi' vacation around cold mountains with my friends in the Uttarakhand: Rishikesh, Haridwar, Kanatal, Tehri, and Mussoorie. There we did a lot of motorcycle riding approx. 270 km up and down those mountains. It was a beautiful experience and I learned a lot of Zen if not much motorcycle maintenance.

It's a must-read for every voracious reader who is in a constant odyssey of seeking meaning and logic in this incomprehensible universe!