Day 7 - Bike repair and travel day

Sometimes things just work out, don't they? I rose early to tlhe singing birds, packed my tent, loaded the bike and set off for the motel where the throttle cables were being shipped to. I'd bid my Goldwing friend a safe journey the day before. He's actually another story...that I'll save for later. I rode with one hand holding the handlebars, and the other operating the throttle cables with a small visegrip from my lap. Rather awkward, but doable. I rode 50 kiles back into Harrisonburg and spoke to a charming woman who'd been expecting me. She checked the motel's mailbox for me, but there were only letters and no parcel. I'd resigned to register for a night at the motel to wait another day. But first I called Harper's MG in St. Louis who'd said the parts were arriving today. I checked he tracking number online and found the parts to have arrived in town. I rode down the street to the Post Office and asked if the parcel had gone out. The clerk went to the back, and a funny thing hapenned as I stood waitng. My glance came to rest on a postage label. It was for an amount that is significant to me. Whenever this sequence of numbers occurs, be they in the form of a date, a time of day, or an amount, I am prompted to tbink of things spiritual. Right away, I was aware that the outcome of tbis venture was not in my hands. A moment laterthe postal clerk returned with my parcel. It had been on the truck, just preparing to leave. Funny how things just work out, eh?  I rode with the package to a parking area behind the Honda dealership nearby and asked the service manager if I could work on the bike there. I installed the cables in a short time, and was on the road in an hour. I stopped to thank the motel clerk, and she understood about how things work out.
I've ridden now some 500 miles to Waterbury Ct. That's not far from where I grew up, and where my brother's family lives. I will be stopping in to see them on my return trip South. For now, the big question is whether or not I can still make my ferry ride set for dawn on Thursday. It's ver 1000 miles away, and I have 2 travel days. Is it worth it? Will I get to Harbour Mill before the codfishing season ends on Sunday? It's a long haul. We'll just have to see how things work out, eh?