Ghost Rider: Travels on the Healing RoadWithin a ten-month period, 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. This memoir tells of the sense of personal devastation that led him on a 55,000-mile journey by motorcycle across much of North America, down through Mexico to Belize, and back again. Peart’s journey of self-exile and exploration chronicle his personal odyssey and include stories of reuniting with friends and family, grieving, and reminiscing. He recorded with dazzling artistry, the enormous range of his travel adventures, from the mountains to the seas, from the deserts to the Arctic ice, and the memorable people who contributed to his healing. Ghost Rider is a brilliantly written, and ultimately triumphant narrative memoir from a gifted writer and the drummer and lyricist of the legendary rock band Rush. |
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... decided to try using a small radar detector, which I tucked into my jacket pocket, with its earpiece inside the helmet. A few other necessities, additional tools, and my little beltpack filled the tankbag in front of me, and a roadmap ...
... though I held my cupped hands around a guttering candle. In letters I had begun calling that remnant spark “my little baby soul,” and the task before me now, I decided, was to nurture that spirit as well as I could. My little baby soul.
... decided to set off on this journey into the unknown. Take my little baby soul for a ride. When I had arrived in Quebec from Toronto, after everything else was gone, I didn't have much interest in the world around me. I didn't like ...
... decided when I rolled the needles in my hand — woodsman's lore: “fir's flat, spruce spins”). There, a diner had been converted from an old school bus, and I bought a hot dog, milkshake, and fries (feeding my inner child), and carried ...
... decided to stop at the next grove of trees on the horizon. Closer up, Neepawa looked welcoming, and my motel room was a memorable time warp. The screen door squeaked open to reveal three double beds with buttoned naugahyde headboards ...