Brian Johnson is best known as the frontman of AC/DC – but he's also known for being a total petrol head.
So a book about both of these things seemed like quite a natural departure for the man.
Only, he forgot about the music. Remembered the sex and drugs though, so I guess if you like one barely-recalled tale of group sex in the back of a bus, then there's one tiny chapter that will be right up your Route 66.
For the rest of us, looking for fun times behind the wheel or stories of how actually joining AC/DC came about then Rockers And Rollers is only really running on three cylinders.
It's not that Johnson can't write – the book is so immersed in his vernacular that absolutely nobody else could have written it.
No, it's the fact that he can't string chapters together.
Instead, what we get is a random collection of stores and tales, thrown together like a man warming his feet by the pub fire, paying no attention as to whether anyone is actually listening.
Which starts off being fun, then it slides into endearing, then it becomes quite tedious.
The one common thread through the whole thing is sex.
No, I know this is the man who gave the world Give The Dog A Bone, Sink The Pink and Thunderstruck to the world, but when every single car is referred to as being some form of female genitalia, things get boarish very, very quickly.
And you can play the 'different generation' card til the cows come home, but when he spends most of his story about the time he flew Concord banging on about how beautiful the women giving him the peanuts were, you realise that's just the man he is. And his editor should have wielded the scalpel with a much firmer hand.
Fans of cars will probably love the endless parade of motors that have passed through Johnson's life, but would probably like a few more details about the straight six or the old double-clutching days.
Fans of AC/DC will like the few glimpses into things the band had to do (although if you want to read all of these in one sitting while listening to their music, pick a really, really short song), but will wonder if one of the world's biggest bands means as much to their frontman as they do to the millions of people who have bought their records.
But while both key audiences are left wanting more details, the one thing that comes shining through is that Johnno had as much fun writing this book as he's had in his life as a whole. Sure, there's preciuous little attention to detail or quality control, but then have you listened to Fly On the Wall?