The Wanderlost Biker’s Guy Martin Autobiography Review.
“[…]the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes “Awww!”
Jack Kerouac said that in his book On The Road and I think it sums Guy Martin up perfectly, if you’ve ever watched videos of Guy or any of his TV shows you will know what I mean.
A man that is nothing but his own no nonsense, straight-talking self on camera.
A man that loves nothing more than grafting on a motor and having a decent cup of tea.
That and his proper Northern lingo makes the audience warm to him like an old friend and see him as a stand up working class hero, and I don’t think they are wrong.
As a broad Northerner myself, I like Guy, he’s as mad as a box of frogs and I appreciate his down-to-earth work ethics.
What you see is what you get and I have a lot of time for people like that.
“It doesn’t matter if it’s fixing lorries or shovelling shit – if you’re not shy of work, you’ll never be short of work.”
Surprisingly though after reading this book, a lot of Guy’s fans seem to have seen a different side to him.
The side that can be interpreted as someone who always passes the blame, a stubborn man who admits to cheating on his faithful wife yet abruptly leaves that and other conversations short.
It almost seems like peoples illusion of him being ‘the nicest guy on’t telly’, have been replaced by a ‘selfish my-way-or-the-highway’ kind of man.
So let’s get into the Guy Martin Autobiography Review.
The book reads like you are sat talking to him in a pub. His scatter brain style and personality really show through as you digest the pages, and it’s mostly quite refreshing.
The only time it is a problem is when he starts talking about one thing and then suddenly leaps to another leaving you with unanswered questions.
Some parts seem dragged out and although he clearly tries to stay away from too much motorcycle and racing jargon, it might provide a bit hard to keep up in places if engine oil doesn’t flow through your veins.
He starts with his fascinating working class upbringing then works his way onto his first taste of working life and riding bikes.
I felt he got a little lost in the middle of the book where he would jump from one subject to another and back again, but as I said earlier, that is his style when he talks, and Guy isn’t the sort to apologise for it. You can take it or leave it.
However, he picked up the pace again in the second half of the book and I really enjoyed it.
It was really cool to learn more behind the scenes and hear stories about other racers, like Ian Hutchinson and the Dunlop family.
All in all I think it’s a worthwhile read if you want to learn more about Guy or you’re into motorcycle racing.
Go out and grab yourself a copy.
Alternatively have a look for the TV programmes he did, namely Speed and The Boat That Guy Built.
What are your thoughts on Guy and this book?
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