In less than a year, Neil Peart lost both his 19-year-old daughter, Selena, and his wife, Jackie. Faced with overwhelming sadness and isolated from the world in his home on the lake, Peart was left without direction. That lack of direction lead him on a 55,000 mile journey by motorcycle across much of North America, down through Mexico to Belize, and back again. He had needed to get away, but he had not really needed a destination. His personal odyssey is chronicled with his travel adventures, meeting up with friends and family, and the grieving, thinking, crying, and storytelling of life as he rides. Along the way, he plays music from his internal jukebox, yet nothing seems to let him find peace. And without peace, all he could do was keep riding until he found it.
Very well written and a self healing aspect to bring one through their own demons.
I’m about halfway through and I’m not sure I can finish this. There are some really repugnant parts here during a time when he is supposedly healing. Like the part where he talks about how people are dressed. It’s also extremely monotone and parts are extremely uninteresting. This is not a journey of healing. It’s just a plain old journey. And not an exciting one.
I regret i only read after Neal’s passing!