Imagine this: a congenial loner with an abundance of demented ideas who at the age of sixty decides to seduce women and become an adventurer. His quest is not nearly so high-minded as that of Don Quixote, but his view of the world around him is no less deluded. The main difference, though, is that this story is true. With outrageous opinions and self-effacing humor, the author undertakes a solitary bicycle journey around the island of Corsica and then flies to the Caucasus region of Russia to spend time with an Internet girlfriend who can't speak English. Misadventures abound and each day brings something unpredictable. But the real story here is the lone author's interpretation of what it all means.