This is the story if my little adventure touring the East Coast of Canada with my wife Charmaine on our Ducati Multistrada. The East Coast tour has been on my bucket list for some time, and now it can be successfully ticked off. Me and the wife have never been out East before, and we were both looking forward to it. Some numbers: 14 days, 5700kms, 2 rear tires, 0 speeding tickets. A successful trip! This report will have some details on the good and bad stuff we encountered to help others who might be thinking about a similar adventure. The idea was to put some decent miles in everyday, but not push ourselves too hard. We averaged about 450kms a day. We didn’t need to get up early or avoid stopping at interesting places to save time. Most of the trip was planned for fun secondary roads to avoid the drone on major highways and provide a more enjoyable ride. We would be staying in a mix of AirBnB and cheap motels along the way. Start was in Southern Ontario where we would head east, spend a couple days on Prince Edward Island, then head back home through the States. First Day had us riding the back roads to Highway 7, then North to Highway 508 through Calabogie which has been described as the best motorcycle road in Ontario. Well it was fun and worth the detour North. A quick rain shower passed and we dried up on our way to the first night in Perth, Ontario, a lovely little town. We stayed in a converted stone church. Our AirBnB host was interesting and accommodating. Second day was a long ride to Quebec City. We took the Northern route East through Quebec, which was quite scenic for a major highway. A bit of warning. The roads around Quebec City are rats nest of ramps, exits, bridges etc. and that along with the French signs make navigation a little tricky. There often is little warning on the GPS for your next turn, so pay close attention. Second night was another AirBnB, a small bungalow just outside the Old City. Again our host was a blast, and we enjoyed a clean room and pleasant conversation. We walked from the house to a random strip mall a couple blocks away to get some food. The restaurant was very nice and exactly what we needed. After taking our order, the waiter didn’t ask us about drinks. He then mentioned this restaurant, they don’t have a liquor license. I would have to go to the Metro grocery store next door, buy a bottle of wine, and bring it back to the restaurant. Great idea, I wish more places were like this. BTW, there was no “uncorking” fee for bring in your own bottle. The food was great. We spent the next morning in the Old Quebec City. Yes it’s a tourist trap, but it’s a really cool place to explore. I had a fantastic chicken sandwich and some poutine (of course) for lunch. You want good food? Quebec City is the place to be. Then it was on to Montmorency Falls which is 15 minutes East of Quebec. Very large waterfall, well worth the detour. The mist was very welcome on the hot and humid day after the climb down and back up. Next stop was outside of Grand Falls New Brunswick. We took the Trans Canada highway through Quebec then South down through NB to make some time. This leg of the trip inspired the title of this article, “My Own Private Highway”. Imagine a large, four lane divided highway, 110km speed limit, rolling through bright green forested hills, and not a single vehicle on it. That was New Brunswick, it was surreal. That night was in some crappy motel, then up again and off to Grand Falls for a quick breakfast at Tim Hortons, then onto Highway 108 East which connects Plaster Rock and Mirahichi NB. You want a great road to get your “adventure” fix? This is it. Almost 200kms of nothing but a twisty road through the woods. And I mean nothing, not even a place to pull over. I think we saw four cars the entire length. And a group of seven Harleys pulling trailers. A quick rotation of the throttle hand eliminated that obstacle in our way. That fun ride ended in the town of Miramichi where I decided to go fancy and booked a Howard Johnson’s for the night. We visited the local liquor store for a couple drinks for back at the room, and checking out with four tall boys, the cashier commented “That is not enough for a night in Miramichi”. He was correct, not much going on in that town. But it was fun walking across the abandoned bridge outside our hotel room, watching the local kids jumping off into the river.