One surprising aspect of the book was how misogynistic the author was. This was most notable when he encountered women whom he assumed (usually based on very flimsy evidence) to be sex workers. He quickly and unapologetically referred to them as "whore" or "bimbo".
Bizarrely, at one point, Peart felt it necessary to reveal some of his political views when recounting a conversation about big oil between him and his fellow cyclists. He was flabbergasted that they were gullible enough to believe that there was some sort of collusion between oil companies and governments to discourage development of alternative energy sources. Perhaps it was he who was the gullible one.
Finally, though the book did not purport to be about the landscape of the places he visited, I think it was a reasonable expectation to have some of it portrayed by a person bicycling through it. There was occasional reference to its ugliness, but not one mention of its beauty.
After after all's said and done, I would not recommend this book. It rolls a ⚁.