Made it back, after an estimated 10,000 kilometres, or 6,000 miles, on the two motorcycles in one month. The speedometer never did start working again since breaking at the final stop yesterday.
Read about the final day - and the rain and the cold and my watching peanut gallery - on my road trip blog here.
This has been quite the book tour. I'll take some time to get my thoughts together and then write about it, which will appear on the News page.

Another special night, thanks to this being the current home of Jim Landis, who was the original editor of Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance. He came out to the bookstore (actually, just strolled a couple of blocks from his house) with his wife Denise, who had recently finished reading Zen and Now.

"It's a very big deal for Denise to come to a reading," he told me. "She must have really liked your book."

Again, Jackie New was welcomed inside by the bookstore owner, Dan Chartrand, whose son Anthony was helping out as well.

This time, I didn't need to refer to any notes for prompting or reminders - I just spoke from the heart and it was a terrific process. Afterwards, Dan offered me any book in the store as a gift for my visit, and I chose one by Jim himself. However, since Jim's books seem to be either children's poetry or loaded with sex, he thought it best I be given one of each, to better represent the novelist. I'm looking forward to reading them both.

That's Jim Landis with me and my motorcycle, and Dan and Anthony in the window of his wonderful store.

A strange thing, though: The speedometer stopped working on the few miles over to Exeter from where I'm staying in Hampton. This means the odometer has stopped working, too, and the mileage is locked at the final distance east. Is this another sign?

The event tonight at McNally Jackson Books in SoHo was great fun, thanks in no small part to the store manager letting me push Jackie New inside and add some perspective to the readings. It hasn't been the same with the Harley, since she wasn't part of the actual book, but it was good to have the Suzuki there.

Of course, more importantly, it wasn't just me - Marty Asher, the Knopf senior "editor-at-large" who read my book and bought it, plus Jeff Alexander, the editor who did much of the grunt work on preparing it for publication, were also though, making us a panel of three to talk about the book and the process of bringing it to fruition.

Readings like this are great, and they're the sort of thing that can only happen in New York City, because that's where the publisher is based. Kudos to McNally Jackson for enabling this.

It's a lot to expect to ride a dirt bike for hundreds of miles without pausing to maintain it, so I took some time this afternoon to tighten up Jackie New's drivechain here in New York.

The adjustment is easy enough, but typically, something always goes wrong. When I started spraying on the chain lube (with a newspaper underneath to catch the drips), the nozzle on the canister clogged up. Most of the lube ran down the can and onto the paper; only some found its way to the chain. Which explains why I used the rest of the can of lube and only oiled half the chain.

There's a Ducati dealership not far from the bookstore where I'll be talking tonight, and Ducatis have drivechains (no point in going to the Harley place, or the BMW place). I'll go in and get another can of lube, but why can't it just work properly the first time around?

My bike's been parked outside the hotel here in Montreal, looking forlorn. Her drive chain looked dry and needed lubrication, but this is not the sort of thing that's done easily on a city street. There's no centre stand and the bike needs to be pushed around to expose the entire chain, and without newspaper to catch the drips, it can be a bit messy. So I snuck out long after dark with a can of chain lube and oiled up her drive chain. Should be good now for the 400 miles to New York tomorrow.
But it seems a bit ridiculous, at 46 years, to be sneaking around after dark with chain lube.

Television, internet, radio, print and signings - they threw them all at me here today.

Everything from four minutes live with Mutsumi Takahashi on CFCF, seen in the top photo, who'd gone to all the trouble of reading my book so that she could spark those few minutes with some interesting questions, to half an hour or so on watchmojo.com (bottom photo) and RCI, again with the zinger questions that got me really thinking.

Of course, I can't remember any of the questions now. I can't remember anything I said, in fact. But I'll post the stories as I find them on the News and Reviews pages of this site.

My family is from Montreal - well, my grandparents settled here, and this is where my aunt lived, and where I first found that pink copy of Zen and the Art on her bookshelf. It's entirely fitting that I could come here for this.