"You don't have to love motorcycles, midlife crisis stories, or even redemption to love the good writing by Missoula's favorite arborist in this gently humorous memoir reissued, like an orchid, after its first flower in 1998."—Montana Magazine
"Haefele was a writer who couldn't get his book published, an arborist whose livelihood just might kill him, and an expectant father for the first time in 20 years when he tackled the restoration of a 1947 Indian Chief motorcycle. The book chronicles the restoration of the bike—and the resurrection of a dream."—Missoulian
"Haefele describes how his search for vintage parts eventually involved an entire community of fanatical mechanics, impoverished motorcycle collectors, and renegade bikers—a collaboration, he realizes, that gave him skills as much social and spiritual as practical."—New Yorker
"This remembrance of turning a box of junk into a gleaming Indian Chief has a universal roar. Just the right mix of gearhead details and personal reflections."—USA Today
"What Haefele writes about wonderfully, in his mellow, understated way, is how the Indian project became a test of his love and resolve."—Esquire
