I had my Mom bring me this book because I had tried to read it in the past, but never finished it. I thought the third time would be a charm as I’ve started to drive a motorcycle here, and the book would make a little more sense to me now. But it appears to be one of those books that you start but always lose track of and never finish, as I’ve only met one person who has actually finished it (my mother-in-law, Karen). You see, when your on the 20th page of mindless dribble about why “quality” cannot be defined, it’s easy to put the book aside and do ANYTHING other than read it. Well, it has conquered me yet again, and with only 150 pages left I just totally lost interest and moved on.
Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance – 3, Frank – 0.