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2023 - The Year That Was

Places impact you for a variety of reasons. And the same place impacts different people in different ways. This is especially true when it comes to spiritual experiences, where every single person’s experience is unique. And personally, every spiritual experience is unique, the same person can have different deeply spiritual experiences at different places, at different times. This thought has emerged because of my own experiences over the years, but especially so this year, with different and unique experiences at various places I have visited recently. I began this year with a visit to Baroda (Vadodara) with friends. It was meant to be a relaxed trip, a touristy trip, with our sons. We enjoyed ourselves to the hilt, but the highlight of that trip was a visit to the Lakulisha temple at Pavagadh. It was the iconography of the temple that I connected with, and I spent a few hours simply lost in the details of the figures carved around the temple. There was an indefinable connect with

Sons of Thunder: A Motorcycling Anthology - Book Review

Driving is not one of my passions, and motorcycles and I have no connection whatsoever. The nearest I have come to motorcycles is riding pillion with a couple of my cousins, and those opportunities were few and far between. Of the Bajaj scooter though, I have loads of memories.... again, not of driving, but of being driven... When I got the book ‘Sons of Thunder – A motorcycle anthology’ for review, I must admit, I hesitated for a while. Would I be able to enjoy a book that dealt with something I wasn’t really keen on? Would I be even able to complete reading it? But I was also curious. Here was a book solely about motorcycles.... how much could you write about them? So, I laid aside my inhibitions and decided to go ahead and find out just what 26 authors had to write about motorcycles!

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Sons of Thunder – writing from the fast lane: A Motorcycling Anthology’, selected and introduced by Neil Bradford, is, in just one single line, the story of love affairs with motorcycles. Neil Bradford’s love for the machine is evident from the first few lines of the introduction, where he begins with a description of T.E.Lawrence’s (more popularly known as Lawrence of Arabia) garage filled with motorcycles. In fact, T.E. Lawrence appears to have been the inspiration behind the book. It not only opens with a quote by Lawrence, but the title itself has been taken from Lawrence’s names for his bikes – Boanerges – or Sons of Thunder, in Aramaic. Further, the book also includes no less than three writings by Lawrence!

I wasn’t able to find out much about Neil Bradford, other than that he worked in the publishing industry, but he has managed to put together an amazing collection of Motorcycling love stories. The book takes off with Melissa Holbrook Pierson’s ‘The Perfect Vehicle’, which, even in a non-bike-lover like me, managed to induce an adrenaline rush as I imagined myself, through her words, strapping on a crash helmet and speeding through the countryside. “So, this is why they ride” was a thought that crept in, and stayed in my mind, all through the book.

I had heard and read about Lawrence of Arabia. But reading about his love affairs with bikes and speed was something that gave me an entirely new perspective. The book contains three writings of his – the first is a beautiful piece, where he describes speeding over the English countryside, “riding a hundred miles for the joy of it and picking up the best food cheapest, over half the countryside.” The other two are excerpts from his letters, but no less interesting, especially one where he writes about his bike to George Brough, the owner of the company that manufactured the bike in the first place!

If reading Roald Dahl’s piece of riding his bike incognito when he was sixteen and supposed to be in school, made me smile, Ted Hughes poem about a young man crashing his new bike dampened my mood the very next moment. Robert Edison Fulton Jr.’s adventure in the Turkish desert or Alberto Granado’s travels with Che Guevara through Chile were a lot easier to read and enjoy since they were not just about motorcycles, but also about their travels, and there is nothing I enjoy more than a travelogue.

Especially interesting were the contributions by the women. Starting with the first one by Melissa Holbook Pierson, and then  Theresa Wallach (who, in 1935 embarked on an extraordinary motorcycle expedition from London to Cape Africa, with her friend, Florence Blenkiron), to Lois Pryce (whose 20,000 mile journey from the most northerly tip of Alaska to the limits of the continent of South America is documented in her extremely entertaining book, Lois on the Loose), each piece of writing is entertaining, but more than anything, they succeed in banishing the myth that motorcycling is just for the boys!

I can go on and on about the 28 stories that make up this book, but then you will miss the fun of reading it yourself. So, go ahead, pick up the book, and enjoy the experience of a rollicking ride from your armchair!

P.S. This book was sent to me for review by Random House India.


  1. Thats an interesting book. Must get hold of a copy. Thanks for sharing info about this book.

    1. You should really read it! am sure you will enjoy it a lot more than me!

  2. I'm so pleased that you enjoyed the book, Anuradha! There's been such an encouraging response from India to SONS OF THUNDER where motorcycle ownership is so immense and my friends at Random House India has been so supportive. You've really captured some of the flavour and enchantment of the extracts within your review and I look forward to reading more reviews stimulated by your generous coverage. Best regards, Neil Bradford

    1. Thank you so very much, Mr. Bradford!! I really enjoyed reading the book, and it was a pleasure to write the review.

  3. This one would be of interest to Vineet, and his club Bisons Ride Hard. I have forwarded the link to your post :) He is one passionate biker.

    1. Thanks so much, Zephyr!! I think I remember reading a post about one of his bike trips... I am sure he will love the book! and would love to know what he thinks about it..


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