The Ghost of Scootertrash Past

Continuing where he left off in Longrider, Tiger Edmonds again mixes philosophy, travel, psychology, and politically incorrect political wit (wisdom? rants?) into a humorous and hearty hunter’s stew. And in this recounting, Tiger introduces his grandfather—"the marriage counselor," "the metaphysician," "the jockey," "the alchemist," "the teamster" (‘it’s an ill wind that blows your ass off the road,’)—as a counterpoint to Tiger’s own observations. The grandfather? Who can’t help loving a man who from his deathbed tells his grandson, "Hell, boy, I’m just dyin’. I ain’t goin’ to quit lovin’ you." The writer? Who can’t help but loving a writer who, despite curmudgeonly looks and attitude, gives this advice to young riders: "Don’t never cross the border holding. Neither one. Either direction. Clean your mirrors often. Don’t go where you ain’t been invited. Change your socks often. Carry extra light bulbs. Blow your nose often. Don’t climb on anything you can’t ride."