Flutterby™! :

So Marylaine suggested that I read Joe Kurmaskie's Metal Cowboy. It's not really a coherent book, more a collection of quick essays and vignettes of Kurmaskie's various bicycling trips through the U.S., New Zealand and Australia, but still quite readable (perhaps moreso because with my life the way it is right now I can read it in dribs and drabs). One of the things that struck me is that with road-books like Blue Highways and Metal Cowboy and such the experiences that the travelers find so rewarding are quite often the regular lives of other people. As we make the tradeoffs that keep us home, it's important to remember that home can still be worthy of a story or two. Anyway, I'm enjoying the book.