Of course I've read it, many years ago. Still can't recall if it was there or in one of Richard Bach's stories that we encounter the Order of the Wrench ("My mind is an empty toolbox, waiting to be filled") and the webs are strangely silent on this point. But it has given me a fondness for road movies in a way that they perhaps never have and should exist, existed. And perhaps this was in its day the kind of book that certain self-important young men would lay claim to reading the way they do 'Infinite Jest' these days. But who am I to disagree? I am just a cat by a runway, that's all.