I wanted to like this book. There are many reasons I should relate to it. I am a mechanical engineer and technically-minded. I started riding in the last few years and Motorcycling helped me transition through a tough time in my life. And I live in Boston, so much of this was set in my backyard.
Unfortunately, I found myself angrily arguing with the book through the whole thing. Clearly, the audience for this book is not someone well versed on physics, mechanics, motorcycles or long distance motorcycle trips. That said, I am not sure who it is for. There is too much nerding out to hold a reader looking for the "Eat, Pray, Love" of motorcycles and too little self-reflection or growth for the reader looking for a new "Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintence" and not enough momentum for the "Wild" set.
First, the author has only a marginal grasp of the many physics concepts she introduces. She must have made it through Physics 101 with rote memorization. When she tries to explain physics to the lay person with metaphors and analogies, most miss the mark. I focused on thermodynamics in graduate school and my nerd brain was so angered by the wrongness of many concepts that it detracted from the places where she had beautiful writing.
Second, I strongly question the writer's riding ability. She is reckless and dangerous. I certainly hope she has taken more skills courses and developed better safety habits not just for her own safety, but also for the safety of others on the road, especially us motorcyclists. She doesn't wear all the safety gear. She rides in unsafe conditions. She doesn't looks at forecasts. She buys bikes way outside her abilities. She keeps her bike in bad repair and when a man tells her it is unsafe she rails against him and calls him sexist. At least she wears a helmet because she drops her motorcycle so many times in stupid situations it's scary. Then, she waves it off with the old addage "there's two kinds of riders, those who have dropped their bike and those who will." That is generally true, but in the author's case it should be "there's two kinds of riders, those who learn from their drops and those who don't." She doesn't.
I was especially annoyed by her "feud" with Roy. After an entire chapter about friction and the dangers in the transition from static to kenetic friction, she completely forgets this lesson with her bald tires. Tires that she had been riding on continuously while avoiding inspection because she knew they were bald. Then, when Roy tells her what she already knows and says she shouldn't ride it, she chalks it up to sexism. What?!? As a rider, my top priority is my safety and in this case, even if he was an outwardly, raging sexist pig (which did not come through in this book at all), I would value my life and wellbeing over my righteous indignation. That is in my best interest.
Third, this ride to Florida. Within 3 months of getting my license, I started a solo ride from California to Massachusetts. While I might have been extremely cautious in my preparation, packing, route selection, gear selection and safety equipment, the author is so far on the other end of the spectrum that she is dangerous. Riding in downpours on highways in cotton clothes and non-armored pants, jacket or shoes and continuing even after the water is dangeously deep, the spray is compromising your visibility and you get so cold that your abilities are compromised is stupid. I know she said the rain was sudden, but she also said she checked email on a computer which means she could have looked at a weather forecast. I know she said she kept going because she "had no choice." That's what good planning is about, knowing your choices when the original plan falls apart. Over my 6000 miles across the country not once did I find myself in a "no choice but to be dangerous" situation.
I could go on, but my overarching thought is as far as memoirs go, this one fails at one of the key features of a memoir - growth of the narrator through reflection. The physics is atrocious, but the most unforgivable part of this memoir is that she doesn't take the time to reflect on these moments of bad decisions, drama fabricated from false outrage or general stupidity to grow then connect with universal lessons.
If this was about getting over a breakup, it misses. If this was about learning from motorcycling mishaps, it misses. If this was about self discovery through learning to motorcycle, it misses.