This is the story of his adventure, a travel
book of a different kind. The things along the way, the people
who volunteer to help out, the problems that have to be solved, the
thoughts and ideas that come from being so much alone--these are the
themes of the book. And Spike writes about them in bemused
understatement--the tone and attitude of an older
and more thoughtful sort of adventurer.
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"I am stretched out: face down
and
winded, my chest rides on the front edge of the driver’s seat and my
back
wedges against the steering wheel. Hips
and legs protrude out into the passageway and, lacking any sort of
stable
objects of resistance, float and flail in hopelessness. In my
right hand is the final two feet of the
fuel filler hose, the end of which must somehow be worked onto the
below-deck
extension of the fuel filler fitting." |