Huge Rush fan since 1979. Neil Peart was truly a mensch. Reading his motorcycling adventures (55,000 miles in 14 months) reveals so much about him. He was a master drummer nad his lyrics are timeless. The music world misses him. I miss him. Some of his insights - the first one is my favorite as I 100% agree with it:
When I’m riding my motorcycle, I’m glad to be alive. When I stop riding my motorcycle, I’m glad to be alive.
We’re only immortal for a limited time.
Everything in moderation, with occasional excess
I have come to believe that anger and grudges are burning embers in the heart.
Adventures suck when you’re having them.
Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray the Lord my soul to keep.
Half the world cries Half the world laughs Half the world tries To be the other half
Yes, Ghost Rider really let us see Neil searching for and finding the real meaning of life.
He will always live on in his writings, lyrics, and even the Lodge of his name in Lakeside Park.