Destination Highways Northern California, by Brian Bosworth and Michael Sanders is just hitting bookshelves. This is the book I’ve been waiting for. It’s here now — long before my new Sportster (read above, if you started from the end of this). The book is pretty well described by the title. The authors proclaim it’s a motorcycling enthusiast’s guide to the best 334 roads in northern California. This isn’t their first rodeo. These guys cut their teeth on the roads of British Columbia (where they’re from “a”) and Washington (where they presumably ride when they run out of roads in BC).
I’m not a professional book reviewer, but in my not-so-humble-opinion, this is a great book. It’s full of color maps with just the right amount of detail, descriptions of the routes, a unique rating system — really everything you need to decide on a ride, and do it. Very impressive. My only bitch is they refer to the book as DH NorCal (their first two are DHBC and DHWA). Come on, guys. Where do you get it? Well, hopefully we’ll have it available in our stores about the time you read this issue. Otherwise, call these guys at Twistedge at 877-655-5006, or log on to www.destinationhighways.com.
Oh, one other thing. Who reads the dedications at the front of a book? I always do. It often tells me something about the author(s). Brian and Michael dedicated this book to Mark Twain, who said, among other things: “I cannot call to mind a single instance where I have ever been irreverent, except toward the things which were sacred to other people.” Amen, brother.
Oh, one more other thing. They start the book with a quote from Melissa Holbrook Pierson’s book entitled, The Perfect Vehicle: What It Is About Motorcycles. I love this quote:
There is no room in the brain for idle thought (except on the highway, when idle thoughts appear and float and reconfigure in endless array), and a biker can go for miles and miles without waking up to any sudden realization, including the one that nothing at all has been thought for miles and miles. The faster you ride, the more closed the circuit becomes, deleting everything but this second and the next, which are hurriedly merging. Having no past to regret and no future to await, the rider feels free.
Hallelujah, sister!
Editorial Comment: These guys got permission from the publisher to quote the author. I didn’t, so don’t tell anyone. If Melissa finds out, hopefully she will forgive me — I’m sure I sold a couple of books for her!
Source: Service Boss-man, Jimmy M