there is a passage in the book where he and his son are riding uphill into a headwind in cold rain, and Pirsig goes on a riff about what a folly it was to be on

there is a passage in the book where he and his son are riding uphill into a headwind in cold rain, and Pirsig goes on a riff about what a folly it was to be on a 300. I didn't start riding street bikes until many years after I read the book, and it's been funny over the years whenever I've had one of those periods of utter exasperation and misery, the "why the hell did I decide to ride a motorcycle to the place I am right now" moments, I think about that passage and how they made it out alright. and i've only ever had modern fuel injected bikes with heated bits and waterproof stuff, hard not to admire the riders back then.