It's an old story but a good one. It comes to mind having just watched Easy Rider [again] the night before about a world where everything was wide open. Coincidentally, the PO or OO put the iconic image of Che G on the ST that I bought but it is a strange coincidence, and was not revealed to me until I recieved the bike delivered by the PO on my 60th birthday, sight unseen, on a blue moon. For all the glossy pics which sealed my fate and destined me to prepay [overpay] / buy over the phone the bike, the imprint was explained as thus: "well, I didin't want to show you the imprint, in case it made you change your mind..." The irony of the situation was, my password for the PO to be able to collect his email depost was...
"Kruschev called him the most complete man that he had ever met"
Then I thought, no, he's gonna think I'm too weird and just bring it to the dealership.
While I respect and appreciate the variety of reactions that the iconic image of the baretted Che brings, my opinion is probably very different having studied all of the prominent figures of the last thousand years or so; just another man that ran his course.
However, the book is a great read of a couple of guys that experienced self actualization when all of that was possible; for better or worse, their ideas, conceived friends and enemies so and so on.
Sadly, the good doctor eventually sinks to murderous means before he gets whacked in Bolivia trying to stir up more stuff.
The real story of the book is between the lines where a guy on an island plays both ends against the middle and provides a little bit of infrastructure by way of roads and schools and hospitals for a population.
Probably never happen again.