Today was the first decent day for riding since I took delivery of my RoadGlide last Friday barring those Sunday when I was committed to non-cycling family events.  My ride was waxed and polished and ready for the road.  It was a brisk 5 degrees Celsius or about 41 for my American friends.

I headed out onto the highway to really get the measure of thi9s new ride.  The customizations include Reinhart exhausts, Big Sucker Stage I air cleaner kit and the 95 Cu inch kit.  The exhaust sounds wicked and the response to a touch at the throttle makes me grin insanely.  Hamilton and the Harley Dealer there are 62 km away.

I was musing about my cyrrent book.  I am re-reading Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance; a book I read when it first was published in the 70's.  My return to riding has seen a huge shift in my thinking and in my sense of priorities.  Things change a lot when you retire and are no longer "on the clock"  I was caught up in thinking about the "rightness" of spending so much time out on the road doing what I am passionate about when a sign for a small side road off the rural route I was transiting.  My name!!!  This road is named in my honour!! 

My name is Kim and my grandchildren call me Kimbo (my wife's choice).  And there is was.  The affirmation I sought for these hours of pleasurable riding.  It must be a sign I was on the right track.  It wasn't much of a road.  Just a 1/8 mile of potholes copnnecting some farm houses to the main route but it had my name on it.  And, the bonus was the beautiful little stream beside it.