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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... sure it was just teenage thoughtlessness. She would call; there'd be some excuse. When I saw headlights coming down the driveway to where the house lights showed the markings of a police car, I remembered the previous summer when the ...
... sure she was never left alone. When she did surrender to a drugged sleep, she held a framed picture of Selena in her arms. After a couple of weeks I took Jackie away to London, England, accompanied by our friends Brad and Rita. I had ...
... sure sign of the West. Breakfast at Russell Inn: nice-looking motel and “family restaurant.” Wasn't thinking of stopping yet, but couldn't resist. Just after 8:00, done over 100 miles very pleasantly. Rheostatics' “prairie music” in ...
... sure got angry at the situation, especially as the hours passed. By 4:30 I decided to call the BMW dealer back in Edmonton, while they were still open, to see about getting a truck sent out to pick up the dead bike. I described the ...
... , I hadn't thought of that as being an important factor, but in retrospect, I was sure glad I had done that. Sometimes — however unknowingly — I hadn't been such a fool. Aug. 31 Dawson Up at 5:30, chipping the ice off.