There are more than enough books on Bob Dylan. The same can be said about travel, politics, history, sociology, economics, gastrointestinal disorders, driving, foreign cultures, guns, psychology, sex, drugs and rock'n'roll. But how many cover all those topics? Right. Now we're down to 17,487 publications. Toss in some information about sports, religion, fashion, fine cuisine or weather and you're down to 3,104. Add pictures and we're talkin' about maybe one other book. Mention the internet and we've left the Bible behind. Suffice it to say this may not be to everyone's taste. I write for the same reason I read, and the same reason I talk...to amuse myself. usually at other peoples expense. The inspiration to create this came out of a group e-mail I sent off to a number of longtime friends describing a trip Cecilia and I took to Las Vegas to see Bob in August of 2001. Shortly after that trip I became fully immersed in a message board at the Dylanpool. It's through that portal I came to know the people you'll meet in here, see the things I saw and come to be infected with 'dylanomania'. One August night in 2002, at L'Inox Bar in Quebec City, an intrepid reporter coined that phrase and it just seemed like someone should document the pathology of the disease. This is my road. As time passed and we added a few trips to our VISA bill, it began to take shape as a bob-journal-cum-travelogue of sorts. Every segment written for a different group of people, those I' d met and those I wanted to tell about it. Then it became an obsession and I couldn't stop adding to it. In the end I decided to recap my "life with Bob" from 1975 through to 2000, the years before the extensive traveling, and call it Part 1. The road writings, that first appeared on-line at the Dylanpool under the name This Ain't No Freakin' Frommers, have been expanded, edited and modified, appearing here as Part 2. This is not in any way an authoritative account of Dylan's performing or recording career. It's merely a by-product of being a fan. After all the shows, after all the travel, after all the cd's have been burnt...it's all about people. People who need people who need Bob, as someone once said.