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A freewheeling essay on mortality and freedom at the intersection of ancient philosophy and biker cultureAfter my accident, I thought I was done with bikes. Until a few years ago -- I was lying in bed having trouble sleeping when I heard a voice say to me, "Alan, get a Harley and ride to Death Valley." I didn't even like Harleys. And I didn't believe that God had called down and told me to get one. It seemed unlikely that the monotheistic God we're stuck with would endorse a brand of motorcycle -- maybe the pagan gods of antiquity would. Zeus might have ridden a Harley, or Apollo a BMW; you can imagine Aphrodite on the back of Ares' Ninja, zooming around the planets with a golden thong sticking up over the back of her toga. Even that twerp Hermes on a Vespa.



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