ONCE is not ENOUGH
“CONSIDERING I WAS FOLLOWING HWY 132 FOR THE ENTIRE ROUTE AND THAT I HAVE A MOTORCYCLE GPS, I STILL (KINDA) LET MYSELF GETLOST.”
The curtain closes after the final bow. All I can think is “I wish it wasn’t over.” That’s how I feel every time I ride home from Quebec and the Gaspé Peninsula. I’m delighted by the experience but sad it didn’t last longer. The thing about motorcycle touring is that it’s always bittersweet. On the one hand, you want to see, do, and ride it all because you don’t know if you’ll be back. On the other hand, there’s the realization that you can’t.
But that’s me starting at the end. Let’s start at the beginning.
I wasn’t in Quebec long before I came across a vague road sign indicating a motorcycle hazard. I had no idea what it meant nor what I was supposed to do. It gave me a hint that riding in Quebec, and not just because of its language, would be a bit different. It was, in mostly wonderful ways: its hospitality, its history, its people, its scenery, its culture, its cuisine, its maritime traditions, and most importantly, its many serpentine roads.
You’ll notice I said wonderful ways. I came across road construction on a two-lane highway. My lane was closed, and the
