My Last Ride in Canada — Saying Goodbye to Lil Munchly

Welcome to the last day of my rides in Canada. This is where the adventure ends — Lil Munchly, my little rented BMW GS, finally goes home. I started from Milton, and if you've followed this journey you already know saying goodbye is not my specialty. So before returning her, I planned one last detour through eastern Toronto. The long, scenic, emotional way. Shortcuts are only for accountants.

Milton to the Moving Parking Lot

The route starts in Milton — clean suburbs, fresh coffee, and that smell of morning optimism before Google Maps ruins it. I weaved through small towns and jumped onto the mighty Highway 401, aka the moving parking lot of Ontario. Open green fields on both sides, farmhouses, and that magical early light that makes everything look like a postcard. For a moment Lil Munchly stopped being a motorcycle and became a time machine, taking me back through every road I'd learned over these weeks.

Rouge Park — Wild, Green and Surprisingly Meditative

Then the GPS did something right for once: it led me into Rouge National Urban Park. I'd found the route on a web portal called Go Sunday Drive, and since it sat right on the way to returning Munchly, it was the perfect farewell road. This place is wild — literally. One minute you're in the city; the next you're crossing a bridge so narrow it looks like it was designed by IKEA. Cars, bikes, hikers and squirrels all taking turns like civilized Canadians. It's the kind of road where you wave at people you'll never meet again, and somehow it feels good.

I stopped at Bear Point — no actual beers, thank God — just a quiet spot with a small river below and trees whispering above. I took photos pretending to be deep in thought; really I was figuring out how to angle my helmet for the best reflection shot. Then Twin Rivers, where two streams cut through a small valley in perfect symmetry, like nature showing off. No deadlines, no emails, no sprint reviews. Just me, Lil Munchly, and enough greenery to fix a decade of screen time.

I turned the keys, took a few pictures, and for the first time on this trip I didn't have words. Just a smile, a sigh, and a full heart.

The Flying Squirrel Farewell

Past the Toronto Zoo (I prefer my animals like my coffee — free range — though I did wave at a giraffe that may have been a traffic pole), through Scarborough, into the chaos of downtown Toronto, where everyone was in a hurry except me. These were the last few kilometres, and I wanted to savour every traffic light. The final stop: the Flying Squirrel motorcycle cafe — part workshop, part coffee shop, part therapy session for people who name their bikes. There I met Mike, the man who'd handed me Lil Munchly when this all began, and gave the keys back.

Canada gave me friends, freedom and one fantastic motorcycle story. Lil Munchly, you'll always be my little maple-powered adventure. The whole trip — from the M1 and M2 licence journey to the Niagara River ride with Aurangzeb — is on the channel, and the feelings that came after got their own piece: Ride After Maple Syrup.

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