I read it on the recommendation of my flower child girl friend at the time because, in her words, it was "Like wow, y'know?..."
But she felt the same way about Yogi Happifanni, green bananas at the food co-op and every issue of Mother Earth News, so I suspected there was some hippy-dippy nonsense involved. Sure enuf, Pirzig's convoluted mind-f*ck over the meaning of quality, made me realize I wasn't getting enough (quality, that is), so I dumped the hippy chick and took up with a tatooed barmaid named Maggie (!) It was one of my better decisions. -- You received this message because you are subscribed to the Google Groups "Nighthawk Motorcycle Lovers!" group. To post to this group, send email to [email protected]. To unsubscribe from this group, send email to [email protected]. For more options, visit this group at http://groups.google.com/group/nighthawk_lovers?hl=en.
