
Take a BMW motorcycle, over a million miles, and Mark Edmonds. Distill for thirty-five years. Result? You get an insightful compassionate (and passionate) view of America and what it means to all of us who are just passin’ “through.” From a slum in Detroit to a backwoods church in Alabama, you’ll breathe the air of what it means to be an American—The lovely and not so lovely. Edmonds’ assessment of himself as he rides his own pilgrimage, just passing through.
Note: This gets decidedly mixed reviews. Caveat emptor.
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