#books

Hey, don’t look at me; I learn to do everything on YouTube! Matter of fact, I just got the AC at Casa JB up and running on the first 95-degree day of the year, thanks to a new $18 relay I learned how to replace on YT! Yaaaaay! On the other hand, I had to wade through a bunch of vidiots before I got to the good information, and there’s the rub. Even with all the new wonderbikes, the skills and mindset one needs to properly operate a motorcycle in a self-preserving fashion haven’t changed since the print era, and these books are the gold standard. Also, I think you internalize things when you’re relaxed in your comfy reading spot much better than you do on your iPhone bouncing along in back of an Uber, no? Not that you can’t Kindle or tablet some of these up if you must. Away we go.

I, like many others, have rarely watched a film adaptation of a book that I enjoyed more than the book itself. Books give us so much more detail and let our imaginations run wild with interpretations of our own. We rely on the author’s creative prose to help us feel the grit of the dust that has made it into every nook and cranny of our being, to help us imagine the isolation one would feel thousands of miles from their home in an unknown environment, and the fatigue yet satisfaction of back to back days of hundreds of miles on the road.

Baby Einstein is my favorite, but I also like watching Keeping Up with the Kardashians with mom. Dad says there’s nothing better for turning your mind to mush than reality TV, and he tries to undo any damage every chance he gets by reading to me from books. He went so far as to dig out his own ancient baby books, which is cool, but I think he enjoys them more than I do. A new book we’ve been reading is called The Adventures Of Mimi and Moto The Motorcycle Monkeys. It’s a book we both enjoy.

Neither the mouse nor the boy was the least bit surprised that each could understand the other. Two creatures who shared a love for motorcycles naturally spoke the same language.