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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... started seeing a grief counsellor, “Dr. Deborah,” several times a week at the Traumatic Stress Clinic, which seemed to help a little, and at least got us outside occasionally. It was hard for me to try to force Jackie even to take a ...
... started his career in the farm equipment business. That too had filled part of my life, working summers and holidays at my father's International Harvester dealership, and then as his parts manager in my early 20s, right up until the ...
... started to think about where to stop for the night. I'd left Thunder Bay that morning at 6:00, under the shimmering arc of the northern lights (as opposed to the “Northern Lites” in Cochrane), then gained an hour as I crossed my first ...
... started filling the tank. I noticed that the fuel seemed kind of foamy, but didn't think too much about it until the boy came out again and said, “Your bike runs on diesel?” I looked down at the nozzle's handle and noticed it was green ...
... started the previous day, and that made me worry about the starter itself; I hoped its brushes and windings hadn't been worn too badly by all that abuse. We were now officially getting “out there,” for a sign in Dawson Creek announced ...