My wife bought me this book after I started reading about Buddhism and riding a motorcycle. In the story, the author and his ten-year-old son ride a motorcycle along the back roads from Minnesota to California. As they cross mountains and canyons and deserts, the author reflects on the man he used to be during the years he wrestled with big philosophical questions.

Those questions include, What makes a good life? Why does our current life of material abundance feel so alienating and spiritually unfulfilling? What is it in our culture and our way of thought that led us to create the world we see today? Is there a better way?