“I could put a coffee bean between the cheeks of my ass and swim the Yellowstone River and make better coffee than that.”
~ C. Langston quoted in the book LIFE, AMERICA and the ROAD to KEY WEST
 

This book received a rewrite and the 2016 version is back in print and on Amazon now. The rewrite added a few humorous sections and better connected the stories to the flow of the ride.

Jefe’s short stories weave life experiences with an irreverent road philosophy that will entertain any who dream of or actually experience a cross-country voyage of discovery. 

A road trip with a 60’s vintage road warrior cannot avoid touching memories of the sex, drugs and rock and roll of that generation. The storytelling is true, the adventures past and present are real and you may find yourself with a deeper appreciation for the life and the America we are all so lucky to have.

Ride along on another cross-country journey with more entertaining stories filled with the humor, “bet you didn’t know” history and road philosophy in author Jefe Smith’s first book, LIFE, AMERICA and the ROAD.

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A Biker's Perspective by Jefe Smith
 
 
 
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Thank you.
 
Recent Reviews
 

 "Read both your books and found them very entertaining. I live near the Tail of the Dragon and would ride with you anytime you pass through, though I do ride a Gold Wing."

"Jefe, I introduced my riding forum to your books and ever since we've poked fun at our stuffy, insular, arrogant riding ways. Awaiting your next book."

"Jefe: I felt compelled to write to you after finishing every page of the Key West book. I read your first book and immediately went right into the second one. I look forward to future books from you."

 
Excerpts
 
From the story, "First Day". . .
 
The reality of these canyons before the Glen Canyon Dam was built, was that there actually were rapids that could swallow men and boats. They were impossible to run and had to be painstakingly portaged by Powell and his men carrying their heavy wooden boats and all of their supplies. A replica of one of these boats is displayed outside a restaurant in nearby Page, Arizona and it appears pitifully inadequate for carrying men and supplies on a river that punctuates long, gentle flowing sections with numerous violent maelstroms of frothing water, monstrous standing waves, giant whirlpools and boulders filed to a knife-edge by millions of years of sand grinding at them.

An artillery round had removed most of the right arm of John Wesley Powell during the Civil War just a few years earlier. I wonder if he considered himself lucky that the round’s path was not six inches to one side, splitting him in two or if he cursed the fact that its path was not six inches the other way, missing him entirely. Some people agonize over past stuff like that and others just step forward and get on with life.
 
From the story, "Diggs". . .
 
You slowly lift your head through the steel hatch and bring the binoculars up to your eyes, intently staring across the endless sand toward the enemy line in the earliest light of dawn. Next to you is the handle of a .50-caliber machine gun that can drive its five-inch-long bullets into an engine block and disable it. The controls of a ten-channel radio and the override turret controls are also within reach of your position in the M60 Patton tank in which you are fighting. Across that sand and protected by an extensive mine field is a line of Soviet-made T-62 and T-72 battle tanks along with the massed troops of Saddam Hussein’s Iraqi army arrayed to stop your charge.
 
From the story, "LA and the Res". . .
 
Less than an hour out of Page, Arizona, I rode by a group of eight horses running along the plain to the left of the road in the same direction I was riding. The two-lane road was empty and I slowed down to roll along with them. The horses were running hard, their necks stretching forward and back as they leaped forward and then gathered their flying hooves under them to leap again. There was nothing around them and it appeared they were running just for the joy of it.

Damn it was beautiful to ride next to those multicolored mustangs and the scene placed me square in the middle of what the West was and, in places, still is. I love riding on that reservation. Nearly every part of it is covered in red rock, dirt or sand and I feel grateful that the Navajo people share their land with passing travelers.

I rode past a couple of dogs running loose on some grand adventure not far from a small community of trailers. For all their strong points, the Navajo really come up short on dog grooming and those two dogs were carrying enough red dirt on them to put together a modest-sized butte. There appears to be only one breed of dog out there: red.
 
From the story, "Beartooth". . .
 
Snow was accumulating on the steep canyon walls above me, but fortunately for me (in a small way) it was just freezing rain at road level for the balance of my mud slog to Cooke City where I found my friend parked under a gas station overhang. We quickly found a motel and would have paid whatever they charged us to get out of that rain, which of course stopped the minute we got off the bikes and checked in. That always happens. . . .

. . . After the cursory bike clean, we walked across the road and found a restaurant called The Bistro, stepped into its warmth and found ourselves partaking of by far the best meal we had on the entire three-week trip. Hey, the Beartooth God was making some amends. I managed to leave my wallet in the restaurant and did not realize it until there was a knock on my motel room door, and there stood the very beautiful restaurant owner who was bringing it to me personally. I know what you are hoping to hear, but no, the Beartooth God was not going to go overboard in his apology for our shabby treatment. I got a beautiful smile and a hug and was left alone with my wallet. I was happy enough to have recovered my wallet, and nobody would have believed that story anyway.

 
Order LIFE, AMERICA and the ROAD to Key West
A Biker's Perspective by Jefe Smith

 
Order as an ebook in the Amazon Kindle Store or...
 
Save $3 from the $17.95 list price. Now you can purchase a signed copy for $14.95 + shipping and tax via the very secure PayPal site. Use either your credit card or PayPal account when you click on the "Buy Now" button below. There is a space in the order form to request specific wording for the signing. Please allow up to two weeks for delivery.  
 
For multiple copy purchases or International orders, please contact Jefe via email (jefe@jefestours.com) for custom pricing.

Thank you. 
 
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