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Browsing a bookstore some time ago, this reviewer chose physicist Richard Feynman¿s The Meaning of It All. The cashier, at checkout, picked up the 122-page book, turned it over, set it down. ¿Somehow,¿ he said, ¿I thought it would be thicker.¿ Sy Nazif¿s slim debut novel, from the very first page, has the promise of uncovering the ¿meaning of it all¿ for those who have found it difficult to stay on the track. As the author says, ¿There has to be a better path than the straight and narrow.¿Never Mind the Track (which emphatically disclaims on the first page that it is not a memoir) begins in Pittsburgh in the mid-eighties when protagonist Eddie is eleven years old and suffering from lack of age-appropriate vocabulary. This hilarious and humiliating episode propels him to the conclusion that he¿d better cool up quick, and the quickest way to cool is through his older cousin Mark, the coolest kid on earth. Lessons in dress, comportment, drinking, driving and sex are all forthcoming.By the time Eddie¿s getting ready to leave for college, his younger brother, Eric, has assumed the role of mentor. A week before his departure, the two under-aged brother¿s are doing ¿car bombs¿ in a local (and complicit) pub, complete with oaths and sound-effects.¿So I was thinking¿¿ [says the brother and instigator]¿Spit it out, what¿re you thinking?¿ I asked.¿Café?¿At first, this seems a pretty random idea, but it soon becomes clear that it¿s once again all in the vocabulary. What is café? It¿s racing a bike through town, in the dark, in the rain, in traffic, over traffic. It¿s ¿[t]he race to escape adulthood, escape the responsibility of college¿. The café was an escape, if only for twenty minutes.¿ These late night rides are some of the best writing in the book. Nazif¿s affection (and respect) for the bikes and the road are undeniable. There are lots of personal notes on the qualities of particular bikes, as well as exciting emergency time-outs¿with a stapler, on flesh.Two years later, Eddie¿s Duke University experience ends in failure, i.e. Duke fails to meet Eddie¿s standards so he drops out. Anyway, he¿s smarter than his profs, and he certainly wasn¿t interested in playing sheep to someone¿s shepherd. ¿That¿s why I couldn¿t keep one track; that¿s why I couldn¿t commit to one area of study.¿ He sells everything, hops on his bike and heads out on the road, a Bruce Springsteen song providing the soundtrack ¿¿about loss of joy and loss of purpose and running with no destination or hope¿.¿ Then, to his surprise, in a freeway gas station, one of those pivotal moments that could happen anytime, anyplace, he meets the girl of his dreams.Nazif¿s title and inspiration derive from gonzo reporter Hunter S. Thompson. ¿Never mind the track. The track is for punks. We are Road People. We are Café Racers.¿ At the end of the book, as Eddie rides off into a Tequila Sunrise, ¿¿running from responsibility and exhaustion and the doldrums of everyday life¿¿ the reader can only hope that a real Eddie really is out there, riding carefree, owner of nothing and his integrity, singing to Springsteen, never looking in the rear-view mirror.ForeWord Clarion Reviews