Stage. I found my copy on Sunday while cleaning out the garage and started reading it again. I couldn't believe the irony when I saw the news of his passing yesterday. It had been 24 years since my first read. When I read it in the '90s, it was a perfect time for me. I had just graduated college and was heading across the country to see America. This was pre-internet and the one true way to discover the magic of the US, and to discover one's self was through a road-trip. I had the same experience with Neal Peart's books-not always the easiest of reads, but fortuitous for me in their discovery at certain points in my ongoing journey through life. RIP Mr. Pirsig.