Philosophy seems to be the art of talking *****ks around a subject no one in the group really understands, hence iron age Greeks on Chemistry, Romans on Astronomy, 1950's creative writers on psychology and the factors effecting the performance of an internal combustion engine etc.
This is why no one ever reports on the telly that X happened and "Philosophers are looking into it". No one even in a Hollywood film ever shouted "OMG, quick, call a Philosopher".
For motorcycle maintenance go for Haynes/Clymer
For Quality go for W. Edwards Deming
For Infernal combustion try Harry Ricardo
For entertainment go for a ride (or Terry Pratchett)
Why did the dreary hippy sell so copies? It's the only book on many academic reading lists with the word motorcycle in the title? With the right cover looks like a travel/help book? It's probably more useful to stop the desk rocking than all those unread copies of Tolstoy?
My own book BTW will be titled "Sex, Motorcycles and how to win the lottery". There will be a picture of an inappropriately dressed young woman riding a Ducati on the cover.
Andy
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