Ghost Rider: Travels On The Healing Road by Neil PeartGhost Rider: Travels On The Healing Road by Neil Peart

Ghost Rider: Travels On The Healing Road

byNeil Peart

Paperback | September 1, 2002

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This bold narrative written by the drummer and lyricist for the band Rush shows how Peart tried to stay alive by staying on the move after the loss of his 19-year-old daughter and his wife. The book will be sold as part of the band's official merchandise during its 47-city American tour. 20 photos. 15 maps.
Neil Peart is the drummer and lyricist for the rock band Rush and the author of Masked Rider - Cycling in West Africa . With his band-mates, he is a recipient of the Order of Canada.
Title:Ghost Rider: Travels On The Healing RoadFormat:PaperbackDimensions:400 pages, 9 × 6 × 1.12 inPublished:September 1, 2002Publisher:ECW PressLanguage:English

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ISBN - 10:1550225480

ISBN - 13:9781550225488

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Rated 5 out of 5 by from A must read for those who enjoy true heartfelt stories and/or in need of a traveling journey to recovery.
Date published: 2016-12-28
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Loved it Lovely honestly written. An epic journey of emotional travels. Amazing that he shared such personal stories.
Date published: 2014-02-18
Rated 3 out of 5 by from Enjoyed I enjoyed this book but am not sure who I would recommend it to. I don't think it is for everybody, but those going through personal tradegy may benefit from his raw emotional sharing such a dark place in his life. For myself, a biker, I enjoyed his tales of the road and that this man shared his extreme biking adventure. He takes biking to a whole new level and I enjoyed that adventure part. Very well written book and an amazing story teller.
Date published: 2013-09-24
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Ghost Rider:Travels on a Healing Roa Still missing the end of many chapters in the E version.
Date published: 2013-09-08
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Great great book ! Even if you’re not a Rush fan you will like this book. The way he wrote all his book are simply awesome ! You can know how he feel in his head after having lost his wife and daughter. It’s just like you’re sitting with him on his motorcycle and he’s talking to you on his healing trip. I absolutely recommend this great book and i love every one of his book !
Date published: 2012-09-14
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Out of the Darkness Great Book! Being a Rush fan, and vaguely aware of the difficulties Neil Peart experienced, I was anxious to read this book. Neil drags you into his tortured world within the first few pages, then spends the rest of the book rediscovering himself, and reconfirming his lost faith in humanity. I laughed aloud in places(squirrel hunting,Gia) but was most deeply moved at Neil's insight into the grieving process. Letters to Brutus, and journal entries seemed repetitive in places, and slowed pacing, but overall, I highly recommend this book. One of the best I've read.
Date published: 2005-10-16
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Outstanding!! You don't have to be a RUSH fan to appreciate this mans writing skills. This book takes you through his own private hell to a place where he is healing. Insightful, personal and thought provoking. An amazing read. Highly recommended.
Date published: 2004-11-09
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Awesome Journey Reading this book is like sitting on the back of his bike - without the windchill. Neil writes in great detail but his writing style is very comfortable to read. *Definitely not yer average grief book.* Buy this book!
Date published: 2003-01-22
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Inspirational Very good material, and especially recommended if you are a fan of Rush.
Date published: 2003-01-22
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Ghost Rider An excellent and very moving book that is much more than a travelogue. This is an outstanding reflection on life from a man who has dealt with great loss with perspective that is inspiring.
Date published: 2002-12-30
Rated 2 out of 5 by from Nice Scenery, too bad about the Man. After reading and enjoying the author's first book, The Masked Rider, a couple of years ago, I decided to buy this, his second book, hoping for a similar experience. Having just recently finished the book, I have to say that I am ultimately disappointed. Being aware of Mr. Peart's personal tragedies in the previous few years, the deaths of both his wife & daughter within a year of each other, I wanted to hear how he faced this very difficult challenge and survived to tell the tale. Anyone looking for the story from the man himself would be wise to read this book. It's all there, the deep sorrow, the small triumphs. But does this make it a good book? As a travelogue, and that is a large part of what this book is, it is well written, and the descriptions of the surrounding scenery is very evocative. However, the shortcomings are its length. Far too long, and in need of an editor that's not afraid to do some chopping here and there. There is a great deal of repetition, particularly the le
Date published: 2002-09-26
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Tales of Grief, Travel and Triumph Neil Peart is notoriously famous for not participating in Interviews and Record Launches as the long time drummer of the band Rush. He has been a relatively quiet man most of his musical life. But here in this book are raw, personal feelings of loss of love and loss of self. Inter-twined in a travelogue of adventures of an over 45,000 km of motorcycle ride, letters, journal notes, musical lyrics and insights. Non-Rush fans will be able to follow as the book is well explained and well written. There are references and side motes to keep all readers abreast on many aspects of Neil’s life as “The Other Man”. Motorcycle enthusiasts, Rush fans, Mourners and Survivors all can find something in this book. To see such a graphic show of pain written down in this book may give other mourners a sense that they are not along and what they feel is normal. And there is hope along the healing road, which is a positive message for all of us.
Date published: 2002-08-24
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Thanks Neil Being a fan doesn't mean that you will not thoroughly enjoy this book. Peart has a way of describing the past events of his life in a way that really encompasses the reader. It's hard to put down, ironically, something he mentions as being the success of a great writer.
Date published: 2002-08-21

Read from the Book

Outside the house by the lake the heavy rain seemed to hold down the darkness, grudging the slow fade from black, to blue, to gray. As I prepared that last breakfast at home, squeezing the oranges, boiling the eggs, smelling the toast and coffee, I looked out the kitchen window at the dim Quebec woods gradually coming into focus. Near the end of a wet summer, the spruce, birch, poplars, and cedars were densely green, glossy and dripping.For this momentous departure I had hoped for a better omen than this cold, dark, rainy morning, but it did have a certain pathetic fallacy, a sympathy with my interior weather. In any case, the weather didn’t matter; I was going. I still didn’t know where (Alaska? Mexico? Patagonia?), or for how long (two months? four months? a year?), but I knew I had to go. My life depended on it.Sipping the last cup of coffee, I wrestled into my leathers, pulled on my boots, then rinsed the cup in the sink and picked up the red helmet. I pushed it down over the thin balaclava, tightened the plastic rainsuit around my neck, and pulled on my thick waterproof gloves. I knew this was going to be a cold, wet ride, and if my brain wasn’t ready for it, at least my body would be prepared. That much I could manage.The house on the lake had been my sanctuary, the only place I still loved, the only thing I had left, and I was tearing myself away from it unwillingly, but desperately. I didn’t expect to be back for a while, and one dark corner of my mind feared that I might never get back home again. This would be a perilous journey, and it might end badly. By this point in my life I knew that bad things could happen, even to me.I had no definite plans, just a vague notion to head north along the Ottawa River, then turn west, maybe across Canada to Vancouver to visit my brother Danny and his family. Or, I might head northwest through the Yukon and Northwest Territories to Alaska, where I had never travelled, then catch the ferry down the coast of British Columbia toward Vancouver. Knowing that ferry would be booked up long in advance, it was the one reservation I had dared to make, and as I prepared to set out on that dark, rainy morning of August 20th, 1998, I had two and a half weeks to get to Haines, Alaska — all the while knowing that it didn’t really matter, to me or anyone else, if I kept that reservation.Out in the driveway, the red motorcycle sat on its centerstand, beaded with raindrops and gleaming from my careful preparation. The motor was warming on fast idle, a plume of white vapor jetting out behind, its steady hum muffled by my earplugs and helmet.I locked the door without looking back. Standing by the bike, I checked the load one more time, adjusting the rain covers and shock cords. The proverbial deep breath gave me the illusion of commitment, to the day and to the journey, and I put my left boot onto the footpeg, swung my right leg high over the heavily laden bike, and settled into the familiar saddle.My well–travelled BMW R1100GS (the “adventure–touring” model) was packed with everything I might need for a trip of unknown duration, to unknown destinations. Two hard–shell luggage cases flanked the rear wheel, while behind the saddle I had stacked a duffel bag, tent, sleeping bag, inflatable foam pad, groundsheet, tool kit, and a small red plastic gas can. I wanted to be prepared for anything, anywhere.Because I sometimes liked to travel faster than the posted speed limits, especially on the wide open roads of the west — where it was safe in terms of visible risks, but dangerous in terms of hidden enforcement — I had decided to try using a small radar detector, which I tucked into my jacket pocket, with its earpiece inside the helmet.A few other necessities, additional tools, and my little beltpack filled the tankbag in front of me, and a roadmap faced up from a clear plastic cover on top. The rest of the baggage I would carry away with me that morning had less bulk, but more weight — the invisible burdens that had driven me to depart into what already seemed like a kind of exile.

From Our Editors

Neil Peart's first book,The Masked Rider, covered introspection and perspective through the setting of bicycling through West Africa. Ghost Rider takes us on a motorcycle journey across North America and deeper into the mind of Canada's most extraordinary lyricist/poet as he attempts to come to terms with a terrible family tragedy.