I really enjoyed this book:
The Perfect Vehicle: What is it about motorcycles?
My brother was graduating from Ole Miss, so while I was staying in Memphis, TN. I got to spend some time in Oxford, MS., which a neat little town, somewhat maybe sorta kinda known for being the home of Faulkner. (Toured his house while there, too. He wasn't there cuz, you know, he's dead.)
Anyway, I meandered through the local book store (back when there were, you know, book stores). And in my meanderings, I stumbled upon that book, and bought it.
Took it home, read it, and really enjoyed it. It really rang true for me and my moto experience.
It was notable enough that I actually wrote a letter to the author about serendipity. The serendipity of being in Oxford and the time, stumbling upon the book. The serendipity of having my truck stolen a few years earlier that led to me browsing through the Recycler looking for a car (in the motorycle section of course), and stumbling upon a '90 VFR for sale. It was serendipitous because the seller (an employee at Honda in Torrance) was just floating it, had no real intention of listing it again, and, hey, look who just got a nice insurance check from my truck? And it was a VFR, a bike on my dream list of "Boy, I'll never get one of these" of bikes.
My friend said "You need to buy a car". "No, I need to buy this bike." "You need a car!" "Ok, here's $2000, you buy me a car, I'm getting the bike." He got me a '75 BMW 2002. It needed...work. But was a neat little car.
It was not, however, a bright red as God intended white wheel VFR (because we all know VFR means "Very Red"). Oh, that thing brought disturbing not to be shared feelings in parts of my body.
Anyway, she wrote me back. She was very nice.
it's a good book.
Another link about it:
https://ridermagazine.com/2022/12/19/25-years-of-the-perfect-vehicle-by-melissa-holbrook-pierson/
