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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... memory. In an effort to keep her eating nutritiously, I even learned to cook simple meals in our little kitchenette (thanks to the food hall in the Marks and Spencer store on Oxford Street, which offered cooking instructions with every ...
... memory of a concert the band had played there back in the mid-'70s. After driving all night from Winnipeg, we'd played our set to a spattering of applause, and at the end we left the stage, figuring that was that. However, when we got ...
... -scented air, and my visual fixation on the road ahead occupied most of my senses, while my mind wandered above its monitoring function into the fields of memory. The Ghost of Christmas Past carried me back to a. Chapter 2 Westering.
... memories of the past, but in other moods they now seemed so remote, so unreal, that I could dare to think about the past without breaking down. The Ghost of Summer Past took me back to the summer of 1996, probably the most productive ...
... memories. And some of those memories I was now trying to hide from, escape from, ride away from. I could ride — but I couldn't hide. On the third morning, I crossed into Manitoba and pulled off the Trans-Canada Highway into a rest area ...