The Road to Now Here

I never meant to write a book. I’ve spent most of my life writing computer code — clean, logical, structured. But this? This was something else entirely.

The Road to Now Here arrived like a whisper from the past. It started with a memory — John, the bike, the heat of that August platform — and then it wouldn’t stop. Scenes unfolded, voices returned, and the story seemed to steer itself. I was just the scribe.

John was always the literary one.

He had a way of making the ordinary mythic. A train delay became a portal. A motorcycle became a companion. A waiting room filled with strangers became a stage for something surreal and sacred. I didn’t invent any of it — I just listened.

This book is a tribute. To friendship, to curiosity, to the kind of mind that could quote Kerouac one moment and crack a biscuit joke the next. It’s also a farewell, and a beginning. John’s been gone a long time, but somehow, he’s still driving.

If you’ve ever felt haunted by a memory that lingers or found yourself laughing at something only you and one other person would understand — this book is for you.

I hope you find something in it. A sparkle. A whisper from the engine. A reminder that the road doesn’t end — it just bends.

JD Noone