Alan Pierce in his forties, divorced, clueless, a bit neurotic, without a job can't find his way across the street without getting lost, it seems. The only thing Pierce knows for certain is where to find really good pizza on the Ocean City, New Jersey, boardwalk and that's as far as he gets in his "cross-country motorcycle odyssey" in search of enlightenment. He ditches the idea of traveling to the West Coast, sells his motorcycle, and digs in where he finds himself. As he searches for inner peace and self-understanding, his life becomes a paradoxical study of indirection; he goes by not going, he bikes by selling his bike.