I said goodbye to Fury today as I left her at the Moncton motorcycle store. They are going to give her a 50K service and then crate her up for shipping. The crew over at Toys for Big Boys have been amazing at helping me figure out what I needed to do and how to do it to send Fury home to Vancouver. This included a visit to Armour Transport, where Barry ensured everything was arranged to have Fury put on a truck when she is ready. While awaiting my ride at the motorcycle shop, word had got around about my adventure and I had a talk with Steve, who is planning a big trip next year and had questions about Bc. Peter came out for a talk as well and gave me a company hat, letting me know that sometimes they get criticized for their name. But it has been the TM for Toys for Big Boys for 50 years. Not being over-burdened with political correctness, I will be happy to wear this hat and let people think what they may - after all, what people think of me is none of my business. I laughed this evening when I realized that the hat also says "Est. 1968".......the year I was born!
I feel a bit like I'm in shock and don't know what to do with myself. It is very weird not to have a "plan" for tomorrow that involves a new destination and a motorcycle ride. This transition is being aided by Zane and Claire, whom I met in Nova Scotia a couple of weeks ago. In spite of not knowing me from a hole in the ground before then, they picked me up at the motorcycle shop and have taken me into their home for a couple of nights, fed me and given me a bed. It's been a jolly evening of visiting, swimming, eating and philosophical discussion.
I expect there will be a period of adjustment as I return to real life. Although, I have to say, life has never been more "real" than the last 3.5 months of exploring Canada's landscape and people. Stay tuned as I create my finale of this experience over the next few days.