Most people know Henry Miller from his Tropics & The Rosy Crucifixion. This is a Henry Miller that comes off more as a Paul Harvey type commentator. In the book, Miller pays homage to his bike & some friends of his. Miller wrote this book at an old age, and it sure does show as he keeps rambling on, continually repeating himself, struggling to lift these people & his bike to heroic levels. I enjoyed the section on his bike most of all. I'd really only recommend this title to die-hard Miller fanatics. The casual reader will probably just be bored to death or put to sleep by it. Miller has written much, much better books than this.