Those expecting the memoirs of a young revolutionary will be disappointed. The author is not young, but has had many years of riding motorcycles, which has resulted in a rich tapestry of experience and strong views on many aspects of life. Like so many of us, he became a Royal Enfield enthusiast via the purchase of an Indian Bullet as a cheap runaround, because of its simplicity and cheap running costs. That was the start of the slippery slope to his current collection, spanning the period 1942 to 1959. All of these are ridden regularly and the experiences, during the course of a year, are described in these diaries.
The author clearly enjoys the freedom of riding by himself and his descriptions of what you can find within your own locality, if you are prepared to make a bit more effort, could serve as an inspiration to many of us. However, as many of us have found, when in an unfamiliar area, riding in the company of somebody with local knowledge can result in a much enhanced experience. The chapter on riding Royal Enfield singles in the Himalayas is a fascinating example.