The tiltle of that book reminded me of a motorcycle shop along the winding road of the Pacific coast south of San Francisco. It was a nostalgic place with some classic motorcycles. The place was once a gas station with an old style restaurant. Black and white tile floor with the stationary round stools that rotate, it was very cool and I had to stop and check it out. It was called "Zen the art of Motorcycle Maintanance" go figure!